i could be anything in the world
"This whole time I've been telling you that you really ought to listen to me more." Remi hums, quite smug now that he knows Ianto is alright. His fingers slip between the fox's eyes, pressing against that oh-so-satisfying groove in his skull, before scritching him behind his ears if only to coax them forward again.
"We're actually not that far from the house, not that you'd be able to tell." Remi assures his friend as he stands, the lower portion of his pants now entirely soaked through and caked with mud. "It is muddy as all hell though, so we're going to have to clean you off before we go inside, or someone will have my head." Ronin, Vai...Seren maybe. "But we can always eat out on the deck." He suggests with a shrug, leading the way back towards the house.
No great tracker is he, Remi wanders a fair more than is strictly necessary before the lights from the cottage blur into view. Hardly anything makes it through the rain—not sound, not light—and one might think it was almost by chance the Alchemist finds his way home at all.
Reaching the porch, Remi realizes that he too needs to clean himself off before going inside. Biting the inside of his cheek, he flashes Ianto a crooked smile as he tosses a towel towards the fox. "Dry off, I'll be right back." So saying, Remi slips inside where he removes his pants and shirt, leaving them in a pile by the door. He should have done this outside but...sticking to his boundaries is far more acceptable even if it does earn him a scolding later.
After a few moments, Remi reappears, dressed in a warm sweater and clean pants, with two large bowls of stew.
"We're actually not that far from the house, not that you'd be able to tell." Remi assures his friend as he stands, the lower portion of his pants now entirely soaked through and caked with mud. "It is muddy as all hell though, so we're going to have to clean you off before we go inside, or someone will have my head." Ronin, Vai...Seren maybe. "But we can always eat out on the deck." He suggests with a shrug, leading the way back towards the house.
No great tracker is he, Remi wanders a fair more than is strictly necessary before the lights from the cottage blur into view. Hardly anything makes it through the rain—not sound, not light—and one might think it was almost by chance the Alchemist finds his way home at all.
Reaching the porch, Remi realizes that he too needs to clean himself off before going inside. Biting the inside of his cheek, he flashes Ianto a crooked smile as he tosses a towel towards the fox. "Dry off, I'll be right back." So saying, Remi slips inside where he removes his pants and shirt, leaving them in a pile by the door. He should have done this outside but...sticking to his boundaries is far more acceptable even if it does earn him a scolding later.
After a few moments, Remi reappears, dressed in a warm sweater and clean pants, with two large bowls of stew.
THE ALCHEMIST
but all i wanted was to be his
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.
