give me sweet nothings

REMI

the alchemist

Remi felt his breath catch as the fox shifted, but perhaps not in the way it might once have done. The flutter was low in his stomach now, rather than his heart. Part of him would always remember, would always want a life unled. But more and more now the Alchemist was simply thankful for what he had, and he'd not linger on the ghosts of what-might-have-beens with so elusive as Ianto. Time was too short for that.

Flashing the blue-eyed man an apologetic smile, Remi placed his hand over his heart and leaned forwards in a bow. "Well, if that butterfly was indeed such a man, you have most my sincere apologies." Straightening with a crooked smile, Remi nodded in agreement. He let himself drink Ianto in for just a moment—all copper hues and too-blue eyes—before tugging in a breath and nodding.

"It has. Nearly a year, I think." Ghosts aside, Remi couldn't help his joyful smile as it widened. "It's good to see. Nicer still, to remember you fully this go around."

And what good are hearts
if you bury them all alone?

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!