Heads on a science apart

ludo Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own "If you had only taken that walk with me... you'd have seen all of us again. You'd have been with Mort, safe and without pain." Ianto's lilting voice spilled Ludo's words with a warmth that the god was likely not capable of making, and he continued to hold the pale green of the other man's stare as if he was truly concerned for him. After a while Ludo could not keep up the pretense, however, and Ianto's face pulled into an amused grin. A harsh, freezing wind blew up around them, and through Ianto, as if he were made of nothing. In fact, he was, and he scattered to the breeze like he was never there at all. "It means that you think he is dead, deep, deep down." Ludo's voice this time, from behind the alchemist. If Remi turned he would find the masked being rolling some snow into a ball with one of the black, fabric tendrils that roiled around it like a stain on the white landscape. "How do you like your new power, sweetling? Does it suit you well?"