whisper to me

Naked arms, his secrets still like songs I never learned For a moment Remi neither did nor thought anything. The wagon sent a tendril of fear through the heart of him, as it was some physical representation of all that he thought Ianto might be. Just another of Ludo's horrors come to claim him. And this time, he was falling for it. I suppose that makes sense. Remi said with a vague mental nod to punctuate the words, his body having grown slightly stiff. Then, trying to lighten the cloud he'd thrown on everything, he twitched his whiskers with a smirk. If we left it out and some other creature came and took it, I think a second round of fishing might gain us more looks than we would want.