it's not what it looks like
"Ah, yes." Ianto laughed to his friend. "That might make things a tad more difficult, it's true. Well... I'll bring my wagon and be sure to protect it from any of Ludo's shenanigans. You have your lens now, too, so that ought to help," he reasoned. "We'll nose about, see if there might be anything we can do to help you get back into this god's good books, and if it goes tits up we'll hide like the brave souls we are."
It was easy to be buoyed by talk of future adventures, of silliness sprinkled with a liberal amount of danger, but there was no way for Ianto to speak about his godmother without it cutting him to the quick. His lips pressed into a line at Remi's wish, Ianto shaking his head. "Do not wish in this forest," he cautioned. "You never know who might be listening."
Unexpectedly, Ianto barked out a laugh at Remi's question. "Oh absolutely not," he said, his tone warm and kind. "I forbid it. This is my burden to bear, the good and the bad. Stay away from the Fae if you can. They bring nothing but trouble."
It was easy to be buoyed by talk of future adventures, of silliness sprinkled with a liberal amount of danger, but there was no way for Ianto to speak about his godmother without it cutting him to the quick. His lips pressed into a line at Remi's wish, Ianto shaking his head. "Do not wish in this forest," he cautioned. "You never know who might be listening."
Unexpectedly, Ianto barked out a laugh at Remi's question. "Oh absolutely not," he said, his tone warm and kind. "I forbid it. This is my burden to bear, the good and the bad. Stay away from the Fae if you can. They bring nothing but trouble."
