IANTO
sometimes love can kill a man
"Oh, I doubt you'll have the wrath of the Fae coming for you should anything happen to me. You'll not even have to fear my godmother, now. And he didn't know how to feel about that, still, not with everything that had happened and was still happening all around them. The cardinal, nonetheless, snuggled closer into the scarf, listening to Amalia's explanations about her purpose, her reasoning and her plans to draw the Prince out into the open.
Before he could respond, however, the sound of footsteps had him turning, crimson feathers ruffling against the cold and the unknown. Whilst he might have recognised Loren (he genuinely couldn't remember if he had known anything more than the man's name from Remi in their past), it had been a long, long time. All he knew was that, in the presence of a tiny luxere, he was probably fine. And he seemed friendly enough.
Chuckling to Amalia at being called a cutie, Ianto cheep!ed for Loren and hopped out of the scarf and onto the librarian's finger.
Then the most awful smell hit the air, and the cardinal promptly fainted away from Loren's hand like a canary in a mine.
Before he could respond, however, the sound of footsteps had him turning, crimson feathers ruffling against the cold and the unknown. Whilst he might have recognised Loren (he genuinely couldn't remember if he had known anything more than the man's name from Remi in their past), it had been a long, long time. All he knew was that, in the presence of a tiny luxere, he was probably fine. And he seemed friendly enough.
Chuckling to Amalia at being called a cutie, Ianto cheep!ed for Loren and hopped out of the scarf and onto the librarian's finger.
Then the most awful smell hit the air, and the cardinal promptly fainted away from Loren's hand like a canary in a mine.
