"We can't both be scarves?" Remi protested. "Besides, you have never actually been a scarf for me yet. You might be terrible at it." As Ianto stared forward, Remi helped himself to small glances of the fox's face. He let his eyes slide from the warm-hued blue gaze down to the coppery-gold scruff, the impossibly straight jawline, and lips that made him hold his breath. "Well the barrier is now. There is no more this side. It is all just... one now, I think." Remi said with a rather uncertain tilt of his head, not entirely convinced of what he was saying himself.
Feeling the moisture of Ianto's against him, Remi laughed under his breath. "We are about the same size. There is no sense in you sitting in wet clothes." The alchemist said. "Then again with magic it does not matter what size you are." Holding out a hand acream coloured shirt appeared, brown trousers, and of course, star and dragon underwear.
Feeling the moisture of Ianto's against him, Remi laughed under his breath. "We are about the same size. There is no sense in you sitting in wet clothes." The alchemist said. "Then again with magic it does not matter what size you are." Holding out a hand acream coloured shirt appeared, brown trousers, and of course, star and dragon underwear.
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
Speaks with a thick Italian accent.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
