IANTO
"The longer I wait, the more frost-bitten your toes will be."
The words drifted through the muted skeletons of the trees; skeletons suddenly cheerfully illuminated by the lantern lights draped across the front of the wagon. Ianto could be seen sitting on its steps, barefoot but seeming much warmer, smoking a pipe that filled the woods with sweet smoke.
It had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, as it usually did, and the smirk on the fox's lips suggested that he had heard James pitifully attempting to whistle. "You wanted me?" he inquired. "What's up? Need to buy a better set of clothes?"
The words drifted through the muted skeletons of the trees; skeletons suddenly cheerfully illuminated by the lantern lights draped across the front of the wagon. Ianto could be seen sitting on its steps, barefoot but seeming much warmer, smoking a pipe that filled the woods with sweet smoke.
It had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, as it usually did, and the smirk on the fox's lips suggested that he had heard James pitifully attempting to whistle. "You wanted me?" he inquired. "What's up? Need to buy a better set of clothes?"
where are your gods now
