it's not what it looks like
”Of course not!” Ianto’s grin is mischievous. ”At least, that’s what I have to say so people don’t start checking if I’m lurking. How else will I get my fill of musical talent?” He shrugs, like it’s the way of the world, taking another draw on the pipe and blowing a large smoke ring out into the air. ”It depends on the herbs, I think,” he says of it. ”Some are stronger or more bitter than others. I’ll bring you a more mellow one to try.”
It seems a lot of people are living in Torchline now - Ianto is still quite attached to the Greatwood, but he can certainly see the appeal. ”That’s right,” he says of his status of Outlander, leaning back against the wagon a well to watch the sun start to dip below the horizon. ”I prefer this though, to be honest. Then again I have never lived in the Hollowed Grounds, so I don’t know what that was like. Can’t have been paradise, for you to move away right?”
It seems a lot of people are living in Torchline now - Ianto is still quite attached to the Greatwood, but he can certainly see the appeal. ”That’s right,” he says of his status of Outlander, leaning back against the wagon a well to watch the sun start to dip below the horizon. ”I prefer this though, to be honest. Then again I have never lived in the Hollowed Grounds, so I don’t know what that was like. Can’t have been paradise, for you to move away right?”
