IANTO
Catching the towel and using it to rub at his damp hair, Ianto could only offer a cheeky grin in response to Remi’s silent chastising. ”You don’t have to wake up on my account. I’m just grateful to get out of the rain,” he said, his laugh quiet and musical as he followed the alchemist over to the fire.
While Remi set about lighting the kindling, Ianto peeled off his wet coat and draped it over one of the chairs, though his shirt was still left clinging to his skin. His boots were the next to go, allowing the fox to sit down before the hearth with bare feet, dabbing at his face.
”Maybe I’ll be able to listen to it here for a while,” he said, smiling up at the other man and holding out his hands for the fire to start to warm his fingers. ”Thanks, for not letting me be killed by a dragon.”
While Remi set about lighting the kindling, Ianto peeled off his wet coat and draped it over one of the chairs, though his shirt was still left clinging to his skin. His boots were the next to go, allowing the fox to sit down before the hearth with bare feet, dabbing at his face.
”Maybe I’ll be able to listen to it here for a while,” he said, smiling up at the other man and holding out his hands for the fire to start to warm his fingers. ”Thanks, for not letting me be killed by a dragon.”
where are your gods now
