he had eyes like rain & hair like waves
& a soul as vast and deep as the ocean
& a soul as vast and deep as the ocean
"Ah, ah." Remi scolds, wagging a finger. "For all the things my father wasn't, married shockingly was not one of them." Watching with a rapt green stare as the fox begins to walk backwards, the Alchemist can only set his lips into a thin line of amusement. "You do know I can still trip you, even while you stare at me?" So saying a bit of driftwood that certainly hadn't always been in the fox's path, suddenly was. "At a wedding? Whose?" Grinning stupidly now, Remi fixes his friend with a lopsided smile. "And why did I have to feed you, anyways? You're fairly capable."
It is indeed wine, and though he doesn't laugh, Remi's smile is entirely boyish and bright. Ianto has always been able to coax that out of him when he wasn't sending the Alchemist on emotional spirals, anyway. "I'll take that to mean you've not been out of your wagon lately, then." Remi counters, finding compliments far too hard to accept from the fox. "Speaking of, have you folded up your wagon and brought it with you? Or is it pacing by the Mathair awaiting your return?" Most wagons didn't pace around, but if any did, it would be Ianto's.
It is indeed wine, and though he doesn't laugh, Remi's smile is entirely boyish and bright. Ianto has always been able to coax that out of him when he wasn't sending the Alchemist on emotional spirals, anyway. "I'll take that to mean you've not been out of your wagon lately, then." Remi counters, finding compliments far too hard to accept from the fox. "Speaking of, have you folded up your wagon and brought it with you? Or is it pacing by the Mathair awaiting your return?" Most wagons didn't pace around, but if any did, it would be Ianto's.
THE ALCHEMIST
& i guess i didn't mind d r o w n i n g in him.
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.
