IANTO
"So did I," Ianto said of Outlanders, smirking to himself. "Until the barrier fell I assumed I was one of the only non-Fae in the Greatwood. It was all very much a surprise for me as well." He snorted at the warning for him to be wary; the devil's fingers had nothing on the illusions, nightmares and torture inflicted on him on a regular basis. It sounded like a nice change, in fact. (If actually faced with such a thing, of course, Ianto might have a very different opinion. But that wasn't the case just yet).
Flinching automatically at the serpent's tail knocking the side of his head, Ianto couldn't help but chuckle. He supposed he deserved that. Hearing out the other man's story about the Fae, it wasn't difficult to put two and two together about how he had come to be scrounging around the Wishing Wagon. "Are you hungry?" he asked, before nodding at the two cups of tea beside them. "Watch it doesn't go cold."
So saying, Ianto plucked up his teacup in one hand while the snake surreptitiously made his way into his other, the fox lifting his arm so he could look at the serpent. "Enjoying your journey?"
Flinching automatically at the serpent's tail knocking the side of his head, Ianto couldn't help but chuckle. He supposed he deserved that. Hearing out the other man's story about the Fae, it wasn't difficult to put two and two together about how he had come to be scrounging around the Wishing Wagon. "Are you hungry?" he asked, before nodding at the two cups of tea beside them. "Watch it doesn't go cold."
So saying, Ianto plucked up his teacup in one hand while the snake surreptitiously made his way into his other, the fox lifting his arm so he could look at the serpent. "Enjoying your journey?"
where are your gods now
