from mixed drinks to techno beats it's always
It's the scales and the beady little eyes. Gets 'em every time. James agreed, and had he eyebrows, they would have bobbed just then.
Winding his tail around Ianto's collar as if he were merely a new accessory Ianto had picked up (which in a sense, he had, as James was absolutely never leaving this wagon of smoke andblue amber eyed men), James' head crested around one of the fox's ears, his tongue forking against the unshaven scruff on Ianto's jawline.
Oh right, sure. The snake hissed dismissively, running the side of his face through the coppery-squiggles of hair. Stories say she likes a good trade. We'll just find some git and do a swap. Nice and clean like. And then it's just you and me, some treacherous trekking through the swampy bits and straight on to the ocean.
Winding his tail around Ianto's collar as if he were merely a new accessory Ianto had picked up (which in a sense, he had, as James was absolutely never leaving this wagon of smoke and
Oh right, sure. The snake hissed dismissively, running the side of his face through the coppery-squiggles of hair. Stories say she likes a good trade. We'll just find some git and do a swap. Nice and clean like. And then it's just you and me, some treacherous trekking through the swampy bits and straight on to the ocean.
heavy into everything
