i'd bring you further roses
"Can you blame me?" Remi asked, ruffling his free hand through his curls from back to front, and then back again. As Ianto's fingers danced across his back, his skin responded just as keenly as if there wasn't a layer of clothing interrupting the movements. Trying to still the shiver that wanted to race outwards from the base of his spine, the alchemist drew a deep breath, eyes latched on the coppery scruff roaming up Ianto's jaw.
"Things that are free are priceless in their own way, are they not?" Remi replied with a shrug.
The mention of the fox's godmother had Remi's eyes falling to the collar around his neck. With just a touch Remi could transmute it into strings or grass, couldn't he? "And in turn you sell them for hugs and the like?" He asked, half in jest and half serious.
"Things that are free are priceless in their own way, are they not?" Remi replied with a shrug.
The mention of the fox's godmother had Remi's eyes falling to the collar around his neck. With just a touch Remi could transmute it into strings or grass, couldn't he? "And in turn you sell them for hugs and the like?" He asked, half in jest and half serious.
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.
