Ianto
Ianto had to stop himself from reaching up to touch the feathers in Remi's hair. Much as he knew that they were the result of the alchemist feeling flustered or surprised or uncomfortable, he still thought it was a rather adorable way of showing it. "Not unless you want me to have to explain to your baby and your teething dragon just what is wrong with you," he quipped back, releasing the other man so he could take up a long stick from the forest floor, circling slowly around the cluster of trees.
"Be careful of the ground, too," he warned, reaching out to prod at the trees. No sooner had he encountered the Wicker Woman when a branch snared up and gently coiled around the stick, yanking it out of Ianto's hand with surprising strength. "Thankfully, no," he murmured. "The other trees should be alright to touch."
"Be careful of the ground, too," he warned, reaching out to prod at the trees. No sooner had he encountered the Wicker Woman when a branch snared up and gently coiled around the stick, yanking it out of Ianto's hand with surprising strength. "Thankfully, no," he murmured. "The other trees should be alright to touch."
