IANTO
there's a bulletproof bond
”I mean... I would make a mighty fine winter coat,” Ianto murmured, though most of the humour was stolen from his tone by the... y’know. Arrow in his side. He nodded once at her question about being Attuned. ”Guilty as charged. Name’s Ianto. Nice to meetcha.” Or it would be when this mess was hopefully all sorted. He didn’t plan on dying.
”Uh...” Glancing down at the arrow again, he managed the briefest of shrugs. ”Don’t reckon I have much of a choice, eh?” With another Fae curse, the merchant shifted painfully to try and find his feet, keeping himself as still as possible so as not to bend into the arrow. ”The village isn’t far, I don’t think. It’s ok - I’m allowed there, promise.” He was not to know that his reputation preceded him.
”Uh...” Glancing down at the arrow again, he managed the briefest of shrugs. ”Don’t reckon I have much of a choice, eh?” With another Fae curse, the merchant shifted painfully to try and find his feet, keeping himself as still as possible so as not to bend into the arrow. ”The village isn’t far, I don’t think. It’s ok - I’m allowed there, promise.” He was not to know that his reputation preceded him.
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