IANTO
sometimes love can kill a man
It made him thoroughly lightheaded to shift, so Ianto was thankful that Juniper was doing all the stuff that required arms and legs and wings. He chirped again as she gathered him up in the scarf, aware that he was still bleeding but unable to really investigate it at present. Finally they were taking flight, though, and Ianto busied himself staying conscious by peeking over the scarf and watching the snow whizz by below them.
When that made him too dizzy, he focused instead on the trees and the village that eventually came into view. Birds couldn’t sigh in relief but if they were able to, he would have just then. Trying to turn to gaze up at Juniper, he wasn’t sure whether she’d show up to a healer’s with a bird in her hands, or if she’d want him to shift back first. So he left it to her, just glad to be out of the woods (the spooky woods with arrows shot at him, anyway).
When that made him too dizzy, he focused instead on the trees and the village that eventually came into view. Birds couldn’t sigh in relief but if they were able to, he would have just then. Trying to turn to gaze up at Juniper, he wasn’t sure whether she’d show up to a healer’s with a bird in her hands, or if she’d want him to shift back first. So he left it to her, just glad to be out of the woods (the spooky woods with arrows shot at him, anyway).
