Remi tried very hard not to notice the casually handsome way Ianto's coppery hair splayed in all directions or the silhouette of his body that was revealed with the way his wet shirt was clinging to his frame. It was entirely unhelpful, given that Remi was the one with physical hang-ups that he was so preoccupied and flustered by Ianto's mere appearance. If the fox could be less dashing, the alchemist would have greatly appreciated it.
Remi didn't even try to hide his smile as Ianto mentioned he might like the stay a while, the comment making the alchemist nod and bite the inside of his lip as he leaned against the heart watching the light dance off of the rings on the fox's fingers.
"I may have only prolonged your death." Remi said casually, the grin on his lips mischevious and crooked. "Who am I to tell a baby dragon what she can or cannot eat?"
Remi didn't even try to hide his smile as Ianto mentioned he might like the stay a while, the comment making the alchemist nod and bite the inside of his lip as he leaned against the heart watching the light dance off of the rings on the fox's fingers.
"I may have only prolonged your death." Remi said casually, the grin on his lips mischevious and crooked. "Who am I to tell a baby dragon what she can or cannot eat?"
I forgot what it was like, to think I found you finally
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.
