it's not what it looks like
No one’s there until Ianto just...is. Credit to the fox, at least - he knows how to make a fuckin’ entrance. Ianto’s Deepfrost has been terribly cold and boring, but y’know what? He’s managed to shrug off the veil of depression that’s been cloying at him for so long, and in the wake of the melting snows, he decides to give Torchline another go. Why not? Greatwood isn’t going anywhere, as far as he’s aware. (Please correct him if he’s wrong, only Ianto can lose a great big bloody forest).
Having come through the portal, he takes the wagon from his pocket (yep, read that correctly) and tosses it onto the sand where it becomes the actual, real, proper, full-sized Wishing Wagon. Hopping on the back of it and nudging it forward - what powers it? Fuck if Ianto knows - he lets it trundle along the smooth sands, the moody light of the dying sun playing through his coppery hair.
Letting out a whoop of enjoyment, he slumps back on the step of the wagon as it comes rocking to a stop near some pools, Ianto taking out his pipe so he can enjoy a smoke over the sunset. It’s quiet, and someone’s singing - yeah, Torchline isn’t so bad after all.
Having come through the portal, he takes the wagon from his pocket (yep, read that correctly) and tosses it onto the sand where it becomes the actual, real, proper, full-sized Wishing Wagon. Hopping on the back of it and nudging it forward - what powers it? Fuck if Ianto knows - he lets it trundle along the smooth sands, the moody light of the dying sun playing through his coppery hair.
Letting out a whoop of enjoyment, he slumps back on the step of the wagon as it comes rocking to a stop near some pools, Ianto taking out his pipe so he can enjoy a smoke over the sunset. It’s quiet, and someone’s singing - yeah, Torchline isn’t so bad after all.
