IANTO
there's a bulletproof bond
The world blanketed in snow was something Ianto could enjoy, actually. As much as the sun drenched days spent propped out of his wagon were enjoyable, there was something magic in the crunch of his paws on the ice, of digging through the white crust to whatever lay beneath. And given the turbulence of the Greatwood lately, he was content to spend some time following his nose and giving in to instincts that were much simpler, much more free in a way.
Then someone shot him with a fucking arrow.
It came from between the skeletal trees, lancing through the air to thock into the deep russet fur of his flank. The force of it staggered him across the snow, leaving him dazed and bleeding. Involuntarily he shifted back to himself; a dishevelled and eclectically dressed man with an arrow poking out of his side, a fae curse slipping from between his lips.
Then someone shot him with a fucking arrow.
It came from between the skeletal trees, lancing through the air to thock into the deep russet fur of his flank. The force of it staggered him across the snow, leaving him dazed and bleeding. Involuntarily he shifted back to himself; a dishevelled and eclectically dressed man with an arrow poking out of his side, a fae curse slipping from between his lips.
between me and you
