cruel summer

yes other hearts were broken & other dreams ran dry

but our golden ones sail on and on

The air was already growing colder and much as Remi didn't want to admit it, Deepfrost was coming (and with it, his husband's impending death as well as LongNight). The chill against his skin was a constant reminder of all that lurked on the horizon, but it was nothing compared to the frigid wind that seemed to billow through and around the cockles of the alchemist's heart.

Ianto had told him to leave so many times, and yet here he was again like a deaf and pathetic mutt, at the doorstep of the wagon in search of the fox. He wasn't empty handed though. He'd brought a rich moss-green scarf that one of his fellow artisans had made. For all of Ianto's leather and trinkets, let it not be said his (ex)(friend) wasn't a fan of comfort. He could turn the collar of his coat up all he liked, but nothing kept the heat in like a good scarf.

Not bothering to knock or call out (if Ianto was in, the fox would already know that the alchemist had arrived), Remi simply...stood in the dappled sunlight, looking at the wagon. He'd wait just long enough to be sure that if Ianto was home, that he was definitely being ignored before pressing the issue further.

Remi

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