IANTO
"I thought I was the one being a scarf," Ianto murmured dryly, managing a smile for the alchemist. "I can hardly be a scarf for a snake. Only a lion works." He shrugged his shoulders, blue eyes trained on the dancing flames in the fireplace. It isn't this place in particular, it's just... this side of the barrier. It feels wrong." Ianto wrinkled his nose, unable to really put his finger on it.
Still, the warmth of another body against him was more than welcome, the fox tilting his head gently to rest it against Remi's. "It's nice to see you, too. I didn't intend to arrive soggy, but I'm afraid that the rain had other ideas."
Still, the warmth of another body against him was more than welcome, the fox tilting his head gently to rest it against Remi's. "It's nice to see you, too. I didn't intend to arrive soggy, but I'm afraid that the rain had other ideas."
where are your gods now
