it's not what it looks like
"I can bring it along, certainly." Ianto said with a gentle nod, smiling to Remi and thinking it both a wise and wonderful idea, to bring something within which they could hide. "Although from what I've heard, the spirits there are usually peaceful. The Fae bury their dead with lanterns, so that they might find their way to Mort." He shrugged his shoulders, before flashing a wicked grin at the other man at the suggestion of the wares he sold in his wagon. "You have no idea," he promised him.
But the smile faded almost as soon as it had appeared, and Ianto sighed and touched his fingertips to the collar as he realised Remi's eyes were upon it. "Even though I am now enslaved," he finished for the alchemist. There wasn't another word for it. "When I was on the brink of madness, I was found by a wild Fae. She is responsible for all I am able to sell. For the wagon, for its wares, for my being able to get to the village. All of it."
But the smile faded almost as soon as it had appeared, and Ianto sighed and touched his fingertips to the collar as he realised Remi's eyes were upon it. "Even though I am now enslaved," he finished for the alchemist. There wasn't another word for it. "When I was on the brink of madness, I was found by a wild Fae. She is responsible for all I am able to sell. For the wagon, for its wares, for my being able to get to the village. All of it."
