i'd bring you further roses
"Hugging." Remi repeated, adoring Ianto implicitly in that moment for finding him a pathway where he could break the tension he felt with a laugh, and not with a panicked exit. He wanted to say something about how hugging was certainly not the thing they were doing, but he was almost certain the fox's follow up would be to ask what it was they were doing, and that was not something the alchemist was prepared to answer.
"Well I would not want to put you out...since we have such a professional relationship and all. I hope you will accept my stars as payment.." These last words where hardly more than a whisper as Ianto moved a curl (momentarily more feather than hair) out of his face. It forced Remi to look up, his eyes drifting over the gold and copper scruff, the line of Ianto's jaw, the dark lashes, and finally to the fox's eyes that were impossibly expressive. Swallowing, Remi grabbed onto a passing will-o-wisp like a lifeline, letting his eyes drift to it as it bobbed behind the fox's head.
"Is this your idea of mood lighting?"
"Well I would not want to put you out...since we have such a professional relationship and all. I hope you will accept my stars as payment.." These last words where hardly more than a whisper as Ianto moved a curl (momentarily more feather than hair) out of his face. It forced Remi to look up, his eyes drifting over the gold and copper scruff, the line of Ianto's jaw, the dark lashes, and finally to the fox's eyes that were impossibly expressive. Swallowing, Remi grabbed onto a passing will-o-wisp like a lifeline, letting his eyes drift to it as it bobbed behind the fox's head.
"Is this your idea of mood lighting?"
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.
