i love it when i catch you looking at me
Ianto tells himself it’s just a bit of rain.
Ianto is wrong.
He’d set up the Wishing Wagon somewhere between the Aumakua and the bundle of cottages where Remi lived, but the wind, the rain and the resulting instability of the ground around has proven very quickly to be an impossible combination. So, forced to step out and shrink the wagon down, he’s resorted to fur over skin, hoping to find a place to hunker down until the rain eases even ever so slightly. Enough for him to bolt for it.
That time doesn’t come, and as darkness falls the fox is very thoroughly soaked and even his usually buoyant mood is starting to fail. That’s about when he hears his name belted through the monsoon, carried by the gale. And Ianto doesn’t hesitate, paws and pelt muddied as he races through the soft grass, nearly barrelling into Remi’s legs as a result.
Regardless, the Alchemist will find the vulpine pressed between his calves, wound around him, black tipped ears flat against his skull. I’m not a fan of this, he informs Remi, though the Attuned bond belies his fatigue and unease.
Ianto is wrong.
He’d set up the Wishing Wagon somewhere between the Aumakua and the bundle of cottages where Remi lived, but the wind, the rain and the resulting instability of the ground around has proven very quickly to be an impossible combination. So, forced to step out and shrink the wagon down, he’s resorted to fur over skin, hoping to find a place to hunker down until the rain eases even ever so slightly. Enough for him to bolt for it.
That time doesn’t come, and as darkness falls the fox is very thoroughly soaked and even his usually buoyant mood is starting to fail. That’s about when he hears his name belted through the monsoon, carried by the gale. And Ianto doesn’t hesitate, paws and pelt muddied as he races through the soft grass, nearly barrelling into Remi’s legs as a result.
Regardless, the Alchemist will find the vulpine pressed between his calves, wound around him, black tipped ears flat against his skull. I’m not a fan of this, he informs Remi, though the Attuned bond belies his fatigue and unease.
