whisper to me

Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned Well that answered Remi's early question of whether or not all the fae were as short as Eliza was. Being up on Ianto's shoulders made the alchemist feel like all eyes were upon them given how they towered over them all, and slowly Remi wondered if he shouldn't have heeded Ianto's advice about staying in the forest. As Ianto knelt, Remi deftly hopped off of his shoulders and peered into the water. To the surprise and delight of his senses, he heard the fish long before he actually saw them. With a whispered grin of glee, he glanced from Ianto and then back to the crystal clear waters. Wiggling his small black fingered questioningly, he looked back up towards Ianto—now feeling as though perhaps he should not even speak, even telepathically—and tried to silently ask if he was allowed to try for one of the fish himself.