Ianto
It was difficult not to see Remi, and oh the irony of that statement. Ianto buried his hands deeply in his pockets, wary eyes on the alchemist as he was approached by friends and greeted by acquaintances. The merchant let out a long sigh, moving to linger by the outskirts of the festivities.
Only when, however long later it was, did he hear the alchemist's mental voice in his head, did he stir. Fuck, came the instinctive response, Ianto swallowing hard and straightening up. There was no getting out of this, though.
On reluctant feet, he approached Remi.
(Continued in There are times that walk from you)
Only when, however long later it was, did he hear the alchemist's mental voice in his head, did he stir. Fuck, came the instinctive response, Ianto swallowing hard and straightening up. There was no getting out of this, though.
On reluctant feet, he approached Remi.
(Continued in There are times that walk from you)
