Ianto
Ianto runs his tongue along his teeth, as if trying to taste how he feels about this hierarchy after the freedom of the woods. Fiadh certainly wouldn't enjoy it, and she'd be all but impossible to fit into those sorts of boxes if that was what Stormbreak required of her. Luckily, as Remi continues the fox relaxes a bit, smiling across at the other man. "Well," he says, "I imagine we can have a few adventures there with you. And it would be nice for her to meet another kid, rather than just being stuck with me all the time." Fun as the fox is, Ianto is no Mateo.
But then they're talking about Fiadh when she's older and ugh, Ianto ushering Remi further into the wagon. "How dare you," he says good-naturedly. "What, pray tell, is wrong with my personality? Wait. No. I don't want to know." And Remi probably wouldn't get a chance to tell him, because as they head inside, Fiadh leaps from a pile of blankets atop the cupboards to ambush them.
Home sweet home.
~FIN
But then they're talking about Fiadh when she's older and ugh, Ianto ushering Remi further into the wagon. "How dare you," he says good-naturedly. "What, pray tell, is wrong with my personality? Wait. No. I don't want to know." And Remi probably wouldn't get a chance to tell him, because as they head inside, Fiadh leaps from a pile of blankets atop the cupboards to ambush them.
Home sweet home.
~FIN
