not much, but it's enough

REMI

the alchemist

I've said that hope I'll never find
To my myself I must confide

I'm going to tell you a story. You can skim though, because it's one you already know.

Once upon a time Ianto and Remi gone fantastically drunk and high, collapsed on the ground, and fell asleep in each other's arm. Both were fully dressed, and the most scandalous thing to occur was Remi realizing just how much he liked waking up in a tangle of the merchant's limbs. Others, there was no smooching, no lingering looks, no nothing. Just one alchemist with a runaway heartbeat who tried to unsuccessfully squirm his way out of Ianto's arms.

Cut to today: Remi is naked, covered in furs up to his shoulders, with an arm around his not-quite-consenting-bedmate. It's not quite consensual because Remi hadn't been there when Ianto went to sleep. it isn't fully nonconsensual if only because unlike a certain Spyglass, the fox hasn't lost his damn mind about it.

But then again, like so many things lately, maybe this is a conversation Remi really ought to have. For now though, tucked away in a dream, the alchemist just buries his nose again the merchant's neck.

That there's no choice outside your mind
when your heart is overthrown

Code blatently stolen from queen of codes, Sky!