IANTO
Foxes will not do well against lions. Ever. Not in any sense of the word. And if nothing else happens in whatever is to come from all of this, perhaps one thing might strike true in Remi's senses - the startled cries of a newborn, torn from sleep by a roar of savagery that echoes throughout the woodlands. The cries settle by degrees, of course, because Mateo is never left alone, but when Ianto appears at the entrance of the Wishing Wagon, he honestly thinks someone has died.
And when there's no sign of Ronin... Well.
"Remi," he hisses into the night, not wanting to be too loud - and besides, he's not able to see the state of the alchemist with his wings shielding him so well. "What's happening?"
And when there's no sign of Ronin... Well.
"Remi," he hisses into the night, not wanting to be too loud - and besides, he's not able to see the state of the alchemist with his wings shielding him so well. "What's happening?"
where are your gods now
