i'd bring you further roses
Remi shivered at the touch of fingertips against his neck, the feathers both smoothing but also increasing beneath Ianto's touch. Blinking at the roof, Remi closed his eyes for a moment, wincing at his continued hangups from Northaven and shook his head slightly. What was he supposed to say? That once again, some other man had made a mess of his emotions and would Ianto be so kind as to pick up the pieces once again? That unlike the easy way he could just be around Ronin, filthy jokes and kitchen-blowjobs and all, that for some reason just having himself near Ianto was too much? That something in the way the fox had said he had cared for Remi despite everything that had happened, made the alchemist want to scream for the pain he had caused to the fox, and the way he was still causing it to him now. But it also made him want to return the embrace, to hold the sides of Ianto's face and just stare into his eyes until he memorized the colour perfectly.
The thought of that though made him shiver as something repressed and unsettled in his belly thoughtfully began to uncoil.
"It doesn't mean anything." Remi repeated back, though said it almost like a question, and remained where he was.
The thought of that though made him shiver as something repressed and unsettled in his belly thoughtfully began to uncoil.
"It doesn't mean anything." Remi repeated back, though said it almost like a question, and remained where he was.
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.
