Eventually Remi would need to sit down and think about what it was he was doing. He'd gone from I can't fall in love with you, to do precisely that and more. Now with his hands moving of their own accord while the two men tried to catch the sun, Remi could not recall a time he'd been happier in the last year.
Perhaps ever.
On Ianto's back, the alchemist tensed, his predatory senses reacting to the prowling that they were doing, however silly. When three ought to have been said, Remi found himself leap-frogging over the fox, basket at the ready. It would do no good of course, as the woven strands merely let the water through. So after a few seconds of quick thinking, Remi's arms suddenly became wings, and he began to scoop the water (sunbursted as it was) in towards his chest with gold and white feathers.
"Quick! Before it gets away!"
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
