everytime you kiss me
Exhaling a shaky puff of air that eventually became a grin, Remi shook his head with relief. "I never quite know with you." He said with a slightly more steady smile, both loving and hating that aspect of Ianto in this moment, and those that concerned Arduinna.
Remi raised a speculative brow, propping up the corners of his lips that suddenly wanted to falter into a frown. Of course it made sense that the wagon was where Ianto felt safest...but it was just another symbol of his bond to Arduinna, just as much as the collar was. "Ahh, well. Given I had to get a magical item from a goddess just to make sure that this place was not actually a death trap, I am not sure my tune would sound the same."
Biting the inside of his lip and feeling extremely anxious and nervous, the alchemist bent an arm to fully lay down next to the fox, sliding himself across the mattress to fill the space at Ianto's side, and to lay his head against the fox's bent arm. He'd had the fox inside of him and his hands over nearly every inch of his body, and yet somehow this felt just as intimate, if not more. "Maybe if I whistle just thinking of you, that will be enough." Remi murmured, more to himself than to Ianto, really, hoping that he'd never have to do anything more than want for the fox for him to appear. Hoping that fickle gods would stop interfering in his life and just let him have this.
Remi raised a speculative brow, propping up the corners of his lips that suddenly wanted to falter into a frown. Of course it made sense that the wagon was where Ianto felt safest...but it was just another symbol of his bond to Arduinna, just as much as the collar was. "Ahh, well. Given I had to get a magical item from a goddess just to make sure that this place was not actually a death trap, I am not sure my tune would sound the same."
Biting the inside of his lip and feeling extremely anxious and nervous, the alchemist bent an arm to fully lay down next to the fox, sliding himself across the mattress to fill the space at Ianto's side, and to lay his head against the fox's bent arm. He'd had the fox inside of him and his hands over nearly every inch of his body, and yet somehow this felt just as intimate, if not more. "Maybe if I whistle just thinking of you, that will be enough." Remi murmured, more to himself than to Ianto, really, hoping that he'd never have to do anything more than want for the fox for him to appear. Hoping that fickle gods would stop interfering in his life and just let him have this.
it's like sunshine and whiskey
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.
