Ianto
"Come on now, indulge me." Ianto's accent was more musical than ever around the words, undoubtedly due to his excitement as he weaved through the pathways of the Greatwood until he found the banks of the Stonesong. In one of his hands he held a reed-weaved basket, created with a trio of boys and an ex-captain of Northaven. (That still kind of spooked him out a bit, being so candid with someone like Roana Steadman).
In his other hand, he held... well. Remi's.
The fox glanced over his shoulder to flash a golden smile the alchemist's way, his steps slowing for them to stroll along the riverbank. And oh did it sing today, the sweet melody whistling through the rocks that jutted out of the water, the sun bouncing off the river and scattering rainbows here and there. "Here," he decided. "Here is a perfect place to catch the sun."
In his other hand, he held... well. Remi's.
The fox glanced over his shoulder to flash a golden smile the alchemist's way, his steps slowing for them to stroll along the riverbank. And oh did it sing today, the sweet melody whistling through the rocks that jutted out of the water, the sun bouncing off the river and scattering rainbows here and there. "Here," he decided. "Here is a perfect place to catch the sun."
