Ianto
Shrugging, Ianto took back the pipe and happily puffed away on it between sips of tea, the fox seeming utterly at peace in the doorway of the wagon in a way that probably surprised Remi as much as it did himself. He raised an eyebrow as the other man spoke about a second reason for comin, Ianto smirkng. "So my godmother and my tea weren't the only things you fancied, huh?" he quipped, tilting his head and reaching out to accept the scarf.
It was warm and it smelled like Remi, and once that would have been enough to topple Ianto completely. But times changed, and in a season of torture both mental and physical, the ache for the familiar was distant, locked away. A smile tugged at his lips as he spotted both fox and cardinal - Remi's magic was far too quick for him to have spotted the change - and he looped it carefully around his neck.
"Fireworks, you say? I have many a variety, it's true. What are you after, good sir?" he said crookedly.
It was warm and it smelled like Remi, and once that would have been enough to topple Ianto completely. But times changed, and in a season of torture both mental and physical, the ache for the familiar was distant, locked away. A smile tugged at his lips as he spotted both fox and cardinal - Remi's magic was far too quick for him to have spotted the change - and he looped it carefully around his neck.
"Fireworks, you say? I have many a variety, it's true. What are you after, good sir?" he said crookedly.
