IANTO
there's a bulletproof bond
”Oh, that’s good. Hi Juniper,” Ianto mumbled, reaching out with a free hand to lean against a frost-crusted tree, not really wanting to shift about or walk too much. She was right, and he really should get that arrow out before they went any further, but then he had absolutely no idea how to go about it, or whether it had hit anything important. Either way, the fox did not want to be the one to touch the damned thing.
”Would you kindly do the honours?” he asked the Fae at his side; blood was all over his hand by now, and staining through the coat he wore. ”Don’t know whether to say nice shot or not. Should be grateful it wasn’t anywhere more vital.”
”Would you kindly do the honours?” he asked the Fae at his side; blood was all over his hand by now, and staining through the coat he wore. ”Don’t know whether to say nice shot or not. Should be grateful it wasn’t anywhere more vital.”
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