[The name isn't all that out there, especially from where Ianto is coming from. (Read: Wales.)
He brings his own somewhat paltry pile of kindling to where Geralt is building up this fire, understanding where his own strengths are and that this is not one of them before leaving him to it. Instead, he sits back to listen to the other man's explanation, or as much of an explanation as he gives.
Devours them from the inside until they're just a walking corpse. Right.]
Do you know what causes it? I mean. Cwyld, that's what you call it, but, ehm.
[He pauses for a moment to sit forward and concentrate on what he's doing. He's only just learned magic, after all, and he doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of this man who doesn't really seem like he'd be very understanding if he tried that excuse on him either way. Breathing out, long and slow, he holds his hands over the kindling and channels the idea of the flames through his arms and out his palms.
He probably looks a little too pleased with himself when it actually works.]
It's, uh. Ianto, by the way. [He glances aside at the other man, bright blue eyes nervously meeting the other man's golden wolf gaze.] Ianto Jones.
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He brings his own somewhat paltry pile of kindling to where Geralt is building up this fire, understanding where his own strengths are and that this is not one of them before leaving him to it. Instead, he sits back to listen to the other man's explanation, or as much of an explanation as he gives.
Devours them from the inside until they're just a walking corpse. Right.]
Do you know what causes it? I mean. Cwyld, that's what you call it, but, ehm.
[He pauses for a moment to sit forward and concentrate on what he's doing. He's only just learned magic, after all, and he doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of this man who doesn't really seem like he'd be very understanding if he tried that excuse on him either way. Breathing out, long and slow, he holds his hands over the kindling and channels the idea of the flames through his arms and out his palms.
He probably looks a little too pleased with himself when it actually works.]
It's, uh. Ianto, by the way. [He glances aside at the other man, bright blue eyes nervously meeting the other man's golden wolf gaze.] Ianto Jones.