i'd bring you further roses
"I will have you know I can be equal parts cuddly as well as bitey." Remi scoffed, feigning indigence as he raised his chin slightly with a grin. "Now?" The alchemist repeated, knowing what Ianto was getting at but not necessarily wanting to discuss it. "Well now I am sat in a magical wagon with you. Of course I am alright."
But then things changed, and Remi was left considering his mostly-empty tea cup. His eyes searched the table as if there might be some map hidden in the grains of wood to tell him what to do. There wasn't, and so he was forced merely to nod into the weight of Ianto's words. It was obvious he was being asked to leave, that he had been too colloquial about what Ianto had been through, and now he felt a crimson stain darken his cheeks with embarrassment.
"I might." Remi agreed slowly, looking up. "But I would rather stay here if that is an option. If it is not...well. For all the things I do not know about this wagon, I do know where the door is."
But then things changed, and Remi was left considering his mostly-empty tea cup. His eyes searched the table as if there might be some map hidden in the grains of wood to tell him what to do. There wasn't, and so he was forced merely to nod into the weight of Ianto's words. It was obvious he was being asked to leave, that he had been too colloquial about what Ianto had been through, and now he felt a crimson stain darken his cheeks with embarrassment.
"I might." Remi agreed slowly, looking up. "But I would rather stay here if that is an option. If it is not...well. For all the things I do not know about this wagon, I do know where the door is."
but it does you no good
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.
