[Mini Event] Woods of the Rising Sun

it's not what it looks like

Only if you're the one offering, Ianto murmured sleepily, uncurling as Remi moved to lay back so he could loll against the alchemist, a foxy head coming to rest in his lap. Golden eyes blinked up at the earthen pod overhead, and Remi would feel the contentment vibrate through their mental link.

Nuzzling closer and letting out a long sigh, he settled down to wait for the sun. Ianto was still battered and bruised on the inside, even if physically he was fine, and this little bit of peace was a balm against his shredded psyche.