IANTO
Ianto felt terrible, and he felt wonderful.
He was petrified, but excited at the same time.
Most of all, though - not so strange perhaps, all things considered... he was just very, very tired. The fatigue showed in his blue eyes, in his smile, in his ruffled copper hair left loose around his face, in the two day old scruff on his chin.
But he was still happy and willing (oh so willing) to lead Remi carefully up the steps into the Wishing Wagon. "You won't have to whistle for it any longer," he assured the alchemist over the gentle melody of the Stonesong. "Since we met with Delah, this is where I'll be living for the foreseeable future. So you shouldn't get lost."
He wouldn't get lost anyway if Ianto had his way, because he didn't plan to leave Remi to fend for himself in the woods ever again.
"Mind the step," he mumbled, guiding the other man into the wagon and shutting the doors behind them.
He was petrified, but excited at the same time.
Most of all, though - not so strange perhaps, all things considered... he was just very, very tired. The fatigue showed in his blue eyes, in his smile, in his ruffled copper hair left loose around his face, in the two day old scruff on his chin.
But he was still happy and willing (oh so willing) to lead Remi carefully up the steps into the Wishing Wagon. "You won't have to whistle for it any longer," he assured the alchemist over the gentle melody of the Stonesong. "Since we met with Delah, this is where I'll be living for the foreseeable future. So you shouldn't get lost."
He wouldn't get lost anyway if Ianto had his way, because he didn't plan to leave Remi to fend for himself in the woods ever again.
"Mind the step," he mumbled, guiding the other man into the wagon and shutting the doors behind them.
where are your gods now
