IANTO
"Well someone forgot to reel you in, by the look of it, little fish." Ianto grinned, flashing gold in his smile as he pottered about with cups and tea leaves, neglecting to comment on his being grabby. The man had waltzed into his wagon and his life and Ianto was the one getting grabby? There had been a time when he'd have rolled more easily with the interruption, but a season of torture made one something of a stick in the mud, it seemed.
He scoffed and turned around, two cups of tea in hand. "Seeing is believing. And you stripping off that fishnet will stop you getting my bed soaking wet, so go for it. Let's see your pants." Smirking, Ianto set the cups down on a small table, sinking onto the space made for him on his own damned bed.
"I guess you'll have to know me better to find out, won't you?" he replied teasingly about the leather, plucking at the collar and shrugging it off like it was nothing. That all changed however, when invited to partake in the ridiculous lie, Ianto becoming animated and excited, a perfect audience for the willing story teller. "Never," he breathed. "What is this flying city, pray tell? Are the statues there? Is that where you are from, sir?"
He scoffed and turned around, two cups of tea in hand. "Seeing is believing. And you stripping off that fishnet will stop you getting my bed soaking wet, so go for it. Let's see your pants." Smirking, Ianto set the cups down on a small table, sinking onto the space made for him on his own damned bed.
"I guess you'll have to know me better to find out, won't you?" he replied teasingly about the leather, plucking at the collar and shrugging it off like it was nothing. That all changed however, when invited to partake in the ridiculous lie, Ianto becoming animated and excited, a perfect audience for the willing story teller. "Never," he breathed. "What is this flying city, pray tell? Are the statues there? Is that where you are from, sir?"
where are your gods now
