IANTO
”I don’t have to do anything anymore,” Ianto says with a sunny smile, his hands resting in his pockets now that he’s relieved himself of his (Remi’s) trinkets. ”That’s what makes choosing to do things so pleasant.” There’s a sharp breeze that tousled his copper hair, that billows out his trench coat and tinkles the bell on his bootlaces, telling of the storms to come.
Following Remi’s descriptions to look at the lighthouse in the distance, he gives a rather sober nod at the relayed information. ”I’ll make sure to stay a ways from there. And from the cliffs,” he says with a chuckle. ”Thank you - and no, you certainly can’t.” He winks and reaches forward to clap Remi on the shoulder.
”Well, I’ll see you when the rain clears - or sooner, if my wagon washes away!” Ianto calls this to his friend, already loping away through the scrub and long grass to find a decent place to set up camp.
~FIN
Following Remi’s descriptions to look at the lighthouse in the distance, he gives a rather sober nod at the relayed information. ”I’ll make sure to stay a ways from there. And from the cliffs,” he says with a chuckle. ”Thank you - and no, you certainly can’t.” He winks and reaches forward to clap Remi on the shoulder.
”Well, I’ll see you when the rain clears - or sooner, if my wagon washes away!” Ianto calls this to his friend, already loping away through the scrub and long grass to find a decent place to set up camp.
~FIN
i know places we can hide
