he had eyes like rain & hair like waves
& a soul as vast and deep as the ocean
& a soul as vast and deep as the ocean
"Well it wasn't as though I really got to pick." The Alchemist counters, before laughing at Ianto's depiction of him. "Bang on. Now I don't even need to show you." Snorting under his breath as he leaned back, Remi forced his mind to not lock onto the fact that this was twice now Ianto had commented (positively) on his appearance. Please, shut up, he pleaded with his mind, wanting nothing more than a normal friendship with one of his exes for once.
'Well you'll never know what he'll do until you try. Maybe he'll propose instead?" Remi suggests with a knowing nod before he tries to wrangle his grin into something he can use to sip at his tea. "Mmm, well. Perhaps you ought to look a bit closer next time. I've been known to steal a wagon, on occasion." They both knew the Wishing Wagon was entirely unstealable at this point. It'd likely spontaneously combust or just trap the thief inside a room filled with sharp spikes or some such. The warning about the others was real enough though, and the Alchemist was relieved to see the fox listening, even if he didn't take it entirely to heart.
"You always seem to." Remi says with a nod, the fox's skill for making deals both a benefit and a curse. Drinking the last of his tea (and making sure to tip his cup all the way up to slurp the remaining dregs of honey within), Remi puts it down with a satisfied ahhhh.
"Right then. Wagon-moving time?"
'Well you'll never know what he'll do until you try. Maybe he'll propose instead?" Remi suggests with a knowing nod before he tries to wrangle his grin into something he can use to sip at his tea. "Mmm, well. Perhaps you ought to look a bit closer next time. I've been known to steal a wagon, on occasion." They both knew the Wishing Wagon was entirely unstealable at this point. It'd likely spontaneously combust or just trap the thief inside a room filled with sharp spikes or some such. The warning about the others was real enough though, and the Alchemist was relieved to see the fox listening, even if he didn't take it entirely to heart.
"You always seem to." Remi says with a nod, the fox's skill for making deals both a benefit and a curse. Drinking the last of his tea (and making sure to tip his cup all the way up to slurp the remaining dregs of honey within), Remi puts it down with a satisfied ahhhh.
"Right then. Wagon-moving time?"
THE ALCHEMIST
& i guess i didn't mind d r o w n i n g in him.
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.
