if you make it all wrong then i'll make it all right
"I do. But that has never stopped you from telling me that I shouldn't." Remi countered, wondering suddenly if this is what people felt like when they were talking to him about his own recklessness. The urge to shake him until sense just sort of...fell back into place.
"You are far too crafty to not know how to fly." The alchemist said, unable to help the roundness of his cheeks or the indent of his dimples therein.
Cheeks reddening instantly, not with affection or love but with sudden despair, the corners of Remi's lips twitched slightly into a faint smile before it disappeared entirely. He was about to say that perhaps the fox was right, until he realized something. Sure, the two men had each done what they thought they had to...only...Only Remi was about to say that he would never stop trying to help the fox out of his situation.
But Ianto had never tried to help him. Remi had never had to tell the fox to stop trying to help him, because he'd never offered.
"Starting to see?" The alchemist replied after a moment, forcing lightness into his voice. "I think I am. Yes."
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.
