"Well maybe you can come in and see for yourself? I will show you around and we can decide who has been living the more boring of lives since Northwind."
Without anything at all coming to mind to prolong the ending of the conversation, Remi was forced to nod, feeling a shiver go up his spine despite the warmth of the sunshine. Despite all of that however, as Ianto stepped towards him, Remi took a tentative step backwards, shoulders pulled taught and his eyes widening. Feathers appeared in his hair as the instinct to fly bloomed. Fear and cold adrenaline surged through his body. He thought of dreams, forgotten memories and being forgotten. Thought of Ronin's laugh and blood on sleeves and the way his heart quite literally felt like ground shards of glass etched into his very bones.
But then he took the step back, leaning forward and returning the embrace. The fox smelled of smoke and the woods. Something else too, something sweet. Likely it was the tea that Remi hadn't had the chance to sample earlier. The only other person he'd been this close to in recent days, Ronin aside, was Sam. But the bookmaker was unsure and lithe, where Ianto was bold and broad. It was so strange, his hands shrugging awkwardly around the fox, before the embrace came to its inevitable end.
"Yes." Remi croaked through lips suddenly terribly dry and cheeks terribly hot.
Force and magic can be used against Remi without permission.
