it's not what it looks like
Oh, but this spirit was a feisty one. Then again most spirits Ianto had met seemed to share that trait, but even so, the sudden appearance of the ring of fire was both unexpected and unwanted. With the apology still unsaid on his lips from any offence he might have given, he found himself stumbling back into a true colossus of a man (who was frightfully easy on the eyes, he might add). Alas, Ianto was no hero - besides, this guy looked as though he could step over the fire in one stride, barely burning the hairs on his bal— er, his legs.
”Good to meet you, friend,” he quipped to Deimos, smiling up at the stern face. ”Sorry about this. I’m Ianto, and I’m about to owe you a pretty big favour.” Why was that, you might ask? Well, without further ado, Ianto shifted back into his fox form and wasted little time in leaping up into Deimos’s arms and hopefully into his shoulders. Safe from fire, at least. Safe from the other man though? Only time would tell.
”Good to meet you, friend,” he quipped to Deimos, smiling up at the stern face. ”Sorry about this. I’m Ianto, and I’m about to owe you a pretty big favour.” Why was that, you might ask? Well, without further ado, Ianto shifted back into his fox form and wasted little time in leaping up into Deimos’s arms and hopefully into his shoulders. Safe from fire, at least. Safe from the other man though? Only time would tell.
