it's not what it looks like
A smile played across Ianto's lips at the hands that finally slipped beneath his shirt, leaving trails of fire in their wake and causing a happy shiver to dance up the back of his spine. It was something unspoken but nonetheless true, that it had been a long, long time since he'd been touched in any way that wasn't either manipulative or punishing. Letting out a shaky breath, he blinked back into focus as Remi suddenly stepped back, Ianto reaching for him - until he realised what was happening.
In the lantern light and the glow of the will-o-wisps, Ianto noticed the markedly changed physique before he noticed the scars. He inhaled sharply, eyes roaming unashamedly over Remi. Only as some of the wisps caught the silver that striped the alchemist's body did he step forward to examine them, something sad stirring in his eyes.
"No, not exactly," he agreed, letting his fingers trail across some of the claw marks. "You've done a lot of living while I've been away. But you've got a lot more to do before you're done."
In the lantern light and the glow of the will-o-wisps, Ianto noticed the markedly changed physique before he noticed the scars. He inhaled sharply, eyes roaming unashamedly over Remi. Only as some of the wisps caught the silver that striped the alchemist's body did he step forward to examine them, something sad stirring in his eyes.
"No, not exactly," he agreed, letting his fingers trail across some of the claw marks. "You've done a lot of living while I've been away. But you've got a lot more to do before you're done."
