i'd bring you further roses
Head tilted to the side Remi gave the fox an imploring look. A look that said be serious, but as his green eyes melted into blue, he knew that Ianto was, in his own way anyhow. And though Remi so badly wanted to just fall into and against that confidence, all of his experiences him and back home (which was decidedly not his home anymore), told him to do otherwise.
That space was best.
Which is of course precisely what Ianto took next.
With that same boyish look of surprise as the contact, Remi stiffened in the fox's grasp. The only thing that saved him from dissolving completely into feathered and bones light enough to take him out of the wagon was the knowledge that Ianto would just...let him be, if he wanted. He'd never tried to console Remi out of feeling what it was he needed to, and so though it was awkward with Ianto's arm around a body that wouldn't yeild and a head tilted slightly down so that his gaze was at the fox's neck, eventually, fractionally, he softened slightly.
After what felt like years of indecision and still without looking up, those too-blue eyes more than he could take, one of Remi's hands brushed against Ianto's leg as if testing the limits of what he could endure. Slowly it rose, feather-light (literally in some places), to his hip. At the same moment his head had moved with near-glacial slowness up, not making eye contact but not cowing in Ianto's embrace any longer either. Heart hammering and blood rushing loud enough that he was quite certain he'd be unable to make out anything short of a scream Remi tilted his head upwards slightly more so that they would be at eyelevel, if the alchemist dared to raise his gaze.
That space was best.
Which is of course precisely what Ianto took next.
With that same boyish look of surprise as the contact, Remi stiffened in the fox's grasp. The only thing that saved him from dissolving completely into feathered and bones light enough to take him out of the wagon was the knowledge that Ianto would just...let him be, if he wanted. He'd never tried to console Remi out of feeling what it was he needed to, and so though it was awkward with Ianto's arm around a body that wouldn't yeild and a head tilted slightly down so that his gaze was at the fox's neck, eventually, fractionally, he softened slightly.
After what felt like years of indecision and still without looking up, those too-blue eyes more than he could take, one of Remi's hands brushed against Ianto's leg as if testing the limits of what he could endure. Slowly it rose, feather-light (literally in some places), to his hip. At the same moment his head had moved with near-glacial slowness up, not making eye contact but not cowing in Ianto's embrace any longer either. Heart hammering and blood rushing loud enough that he was quite certain he'd be unable to make out anything short of a scream Remi tilted his head upwards slightly more so that they would be at eyelevel, if the alchemist dared to raise his gaze.
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.
