maybe i'm a runaway train, maybe i'm a feather in a hurricane
Tension only lasted so long. Eventually something would come along to snap it—a word, a touch, a knife—and all would be forced away and apart. Only this was not the tension known to the merchant and alchemist from before. This was wholly one-sided now, with Ronin on one end and Remi on the other, pulled taut by the gods farther and farther away until he threatened to break. And Ianto? Well he was right in Remi's path, now wasn't he.
'Oh I thought you'd met him. The blacksmith from the Grounds." Remi didn't add the part about Oliver potentially moving to the Woods with them. Now wasn't really the time. "Oh sure. We'll pretend you don't know what you're doing." Remi repeated with a sly smile, forcing himself to look at Ianto who was blissfully covered in black sunspots.
"Well, If this was...a low-level threat, someone would probably try and take that staff from you, so that's what I'll do. Your job is not to let me."
Always wanting to grab my wood, eh Remi, Come and grab it if you can. Only a bit of wood between us. The number of innuendos was limitless, but the self-restraint the alchemist had was not, and so he didn't make any of them lest he open the door for even more madness.
Waiting for Ianto to look at least somewhat ready, Remi simply...went to grab the staff. On his worst day he was 4x as strong as Ianto and twice as fast. "Gimme that!" He grunted, approximating the gruff voice he assumed an assailant would have.
'Oh I thought you'd met him. The blacksmith from the Grounds." Remi didn't add the part about Oliver potentially moving to the Woods with them. Now wasn't really the time. "Oh sure. We'll pretend you don't know what you're doing." Remi repeated with a sly smile, forcing himself to look at Ianto who was blissfully covered in black sunspots.
"Well, If this was...a low-level threat, someone would probably try and take that staff from you, so that's what I'll do. Your job is not to let me."
Always wanting to grab my wood, eh Remi, Come and grab it if you can. Only a bit of wood between us. The number of innuendos was limitless, but the self-restraint the alchemist had was not, and so he didn't make any of them lest he open the door for even more madness.
Waiting for Ianto to look at least somewhat ready, Remi simply...went to grab the staff. On his worst day he was 4x as strong as Ianto and twice as fast. "Gimme that!" He grunted, approximating the gruff voice he assumed an assailant would have.
THE LULLABY
maybe it's a long gray game, but maybe that's a good thing
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.
