but you painted me golden

i could be anything in the world

The brown streaks of mud compliment Remi's green eyes as they narrow toward Ianto. He's not bothered at all by the mud and if anything, he probably deserves it for leaving his friend out in the rain the night before and stealing one of his potatoes.

"Souls like us, huh." The Alchemist murmurs, hissing in a breath as one of Ianto's paws shifts more southernly than it ought. Adjusting the fox's position on his lap and breathing a sigh of relief, Remi lets his eyes blur against the sheets of rain that fall seemingly without end. "How do you know what you stand for?" He asks suddenly, his voice soft and genuine and perhaps a shade worried. "How do you know...what you're alright being, versus what is just easier."  

Leaning his head back to give the fox a softly confused stare, a dimple appearing on just one cheek as Remi's lips curl up uncertainly on one side. "I'm trying to...make rules for myself again. Sort of like I had back in Northaven. Only...since I'm the one making them now, it seems all a bit..." Releasing his fingers from where they've been buried in Ianto's scruff, Remi makes a vacuous sort of gesture as he shrugs.

THE ALCHEMIST

but all i wanted was to be his