IANTO
"I will, huh. We'll have to wait and see, won't we." Ianto drawled, smirking and shaking his head as he glanced over to see the stranger modelling his beautiful fishnet. "It suits you, though I'm afraid it hasn't done much to keep off the rain," he quipped, before looking thoroughly interested in the apparent plants that he was carrying with him.
"They sound pretty good, but I've probably got something better," he informed him, waiting until his cigarette was alight (and his feet wet) before drifting away again to put the kettle on the stove. "I am not," he said dramatically, as though being called a good man were an accusation, though there was a smile in his voice. "Me? I am Ianto of the Wishing Wagon, merchant of the Greatwood, charge of Arduinna, Lady of the Forest."
He turned, bowing with a flourish. "At your service, sir. And you are?"
"They sound pretty good, but I've probably got something better," he informed him, waiting until his cigarette was alight (and his feet wet) before drifting away again to put the kettle on the stove. "I am not," he said dramatically, as though being called a good man were an accusation, though there was a smile in his voice. "Me? I am Ianto of the Wishing Wagon, merchant of the Greatwood, charge of Arduinna, Lady of the Forest."
He turned, bowing with a flourish. "At your service, sir. And you are?"
where are your gods now
