IANTO
”Well I am reminding you now. I am a coward, a merchant, and an absolute riot to be around. But I’m not violent.” Ianto winked at Remi, leaving him to inspect the wagon afresh as he waits for the kettle and grabs his stash of tea leaves, doing his own version of alchemy to infuse the water with exactly the right mix of flavours. ”This wagon was not created,” he says, aghast, patting the counter and shooting Remi a scandalised look.
”At least, it doesn’t act like it was. This thing was born, probably, out of some weird... magic... explosiony thing.” He nods, like it’s a very wise explanation. The kettle begins to whistle and Ianto shoves a few things (books, a pile of feathers, a tangle of beads) from a small table, pulling a couple of large cushions up for them to sit on - as well as a jar of honey.
”Hmm? Oh, I... well, I spent a lot of Deepfrost hibernating. Thinking. And... I dunno, I realised I’d climbed so far in my own head I just... didn’t recognise myself anymore. It sucked.”
”At least, it doesn’t act like it was. This thing was born, probably, out of some weird... magic... explosiony thing.” He nods, like it’s a very wise explanation. The kettle begins to whistle and Ianto shoves a few things (books, a pile of feathers, a tangle of beads) from a small table, pulling a couple of large cushions up for them to sit on - as well as a jar of honey.
”Hmm? Oh, I... well, I spent a lot of Deepfrost hibernating. Thinking. And... I dunno, I realised I’d climbed so far in my own head I just... didn’t recognise myself anymore. It sucked.”
i know places we can hide
