it's not what it looks like
Ianto let out a playful yip as giant lion teeth carefully caught at one of his paws, and he nuzzled back against the tawny, whiskered cheek, more than content with his current state of affairs. Even as the paw came batting over him, he merely tried to catch it between his own (though the size difference was positively comical). It wouldn't be, he agreed about the wagon. Though you are undoubtedly the more logical between the two of us, so I am sure you can talk me down easily from any trouble I get into.
That had not been at all true when they had been in Northaven, but Remi didn't need to know that, did he? Sprawling out and relaxing into Remi's seemingly endless expanse of fur, Ianto considered his friend's words. The Fae don't have a king, no. Not one I've met, he confirmed. Though... why don't you know what to do? Just... do what makes you happy, Remi. That's all that is important.
That had not been at all true when they had been in Northaven, but Remi didn't need to know that, did he? Sprawling out and relaxing into Remi's seemingly endless expanse of fur, Ianto considered his friend's words. The Fae don't have a king, no. Not one I've met, he confirmed. Though... why don't you know what to do? Just... do what makes you happy, Remi. That's all that is important.
