Ianto
"Oh? This bread is not a closely guarded secret, at least. I'd be happy to share the recipe with your baker friend, providing they promise to give me free cake and buns whenever I'm in town." Ianto winked back at the other man, absently chewing on a piece of peppermint bark as they walked. Ianto still hadn't set foot in the Hollowed Grounds properly, in truth, as suspicious of it as Remi was of him, it seemed.
Still, he couldn't help but scoff at the lengthy (and fun) explanation offered to him by the alchemist. "Well," he said slowly. "If I'm leading you to your death, it's unintentional. The forest I can't do much about. Or rather, I can but I'm not willing to let you pay that sort of price, not even to me." His smile softened a bit. "The sex was fantastic. And the baby and the dragon are equal parts terrifying and exciting to me. I'm not telling you which is which."
Laughing, he nudged Remi and slowed his footsteps as the trees around them began to subtly change; they grew closer together in places and further apart in others, as though arranged in groups or families. "Okay," he said slowly, "follow me. I see a Wicker Woman."
Still, he couldn't help but scoff at the lengthy (and fun) explanation offered to him by the alchemist. "Well," he said slowly. "If I'm leading you to your death, it's unintentional. The forest I can't do much about. Or rather, I can but I'm not willing to let you pay that sort of price, not even to me." His smile softened a bit. "The sex was fantastic. And the baby and the dragon are equal parts terrifying and exciting to me. I'm not telling you which is which."
Laughing, he nudged Remi and slowed his footsteps as the trees around them began to subtly change; they grew closer together in places and further apart in others, as though arranged in groups or families. "Okay," he said slowly, "follow me. I see a Wicker Woman."
