sometimes love is all that can save us, sometimes love can kill a man
Remi took a step forward, but for some reason bridging the distance felt...strange. Like he wasn't permitted, even though the fox was allowing him. One of Remi's hands seemed to want to go towards the fox's waist, to comfort or hold, or perhaps just touch, but somewhere along the way he seemingly thought better of it. "I will have you know that the last time I tried to alter a magical item it turned in to a lobster." Remi whispered, the corners of his lips edging upwards into a smile before the gravity of the situation dragged them back down.
Focusing his gaze on the leather encircling the fox's neck, Remi took a breath. He wasn't entirely sure how the magic worked, he only knew that somewhere along the way he had picked up this new ability. He only hoped it would not fail him now. Giving Ianto a last lingering look—of hope, desperation, love, and hurt—Remi sent his magic into the collar, to try and remove it.
Focusing his gaze on the leather encircling the fox's neck, Remi took a breath. He wasn't entirely sure how the magic worked, he only knew that somewhere along the way he had picked up this new ability. He only hoped it would not fail him now. Giving Ianto a last lingering look—of hope, desperation, love, and hurt—Remi sent his magic into the collar, to try and remove it.
sometimes love is a soft touch, or a line drawn in the sand
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.
