Ianto
"Maybe," Ianto said with a quiet smile, though it didn't sound as though he was giving the thought much credence. As much as he wanted to - longed to - spend more time not just around Remi, but around those he had left behind in Northaven... he could not shrug off the suspicion that had soaked into him in his time in the woods. The Fae did not trust the barrier, and they knew it to be a sacred and necessary divide between the rest of Caido and a great evil within.
Now it was open, and he felt the rumblings of conflict beneath the earth that had yet to surface. But ultimately that could wait, because for all of Remi's nerves, for all of the feathers that sprouted in his hair and the way he grew taut like a wire, he did return Ianto's hug. The fox smiled despite himself, breathing the scent of the alchemist in deep and savouring it for however pitifully short a time it lasted.
"Maybe I can meet Aoife next time," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Though I don't blame you, if you don't want to bring her out here." Especially if Remi thought he was a death god in disguise.
Now it was open, and he felt the rumblings of conflict beneath the earth that had yet to surface. But ultimately that could wait, because for all of Remi's nerves, for all of the feathers that sprouted in his hair and the way he grew taut like a wire, he did return Ianto's hug. The fox smiled despite himself, breathing the scent of the alchemist in deep and savouring it for however pitifully short a time it lasted.
"Maybe I can meet Aoife next time," he said, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Though I don't blame you, if you don't want to bring her out here." Especially if Remi thought he was a death god in disguise.
