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i wouldn't be here if you could have said no ; narrative
"Want to run away with me?"
"I'd run anywhere with you, Jack."
walk by the sea/forgive me all my sins
sift through my memory/find where i begin
"I'm yours, for the rest of the night, or as long as you'll have me."
"Always. You're mine, always. And I'm yours."
lie in the warm sand/dig in my heels
cry for my dead child/forget how that feels
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there's gonna be an accident ;; capnhotness, in_absolutio
Late night at the Hub and unexpected Weevil activity send Ianto Jones to bed alone. He conscientiously - and perhaps with unrealistic hope - leaves Jack's side of the bed empty, and curls up with half the pillows and most of the blankets, and a dog on his feet, to sleep. It's blissful and warm and lasts naught-point-two minutes before Ianto ( Read more... ) -
memoire involuntaire ; ( capnhotness )
A lack of subtlety is a bothersome thing in the life of one Ianto Jones, as he prides himself on maintaining his cool and calm demeanor no matter what. Alas, after a particularly exciting, er, scuffle, up in the tourist information office with Jack, he's looking a little more on the not side of well put together. Ianto straightens his jacket ( Read more... ) -
the evil that men do ; capnhotness
The world moves in slow motion, an adrenaline high, and Ianto walks through it like he's wearing blinders. Careless enough in this state to PINpoint onto the front walk instead of the back garden, he leaves the door slightly ajar and his shoes (bearers of bloody footprints up the walk) on the stoop. His jacket gets lost on one of the landings of ( Read more... ) -
could've been worse than you would ever know ; ( scene, for capnhotness )
One week and a significant dip into his finances later, Ianto Jones returns to Cardiff, and he doesn't come alone. A small retinue of movers comes first, maneuvering furniture down Edwardian-era hallways that were never meant to hold such large furniture as twenty-first century terms of interior design dictate. With canine-Jack on their heels, ( Read more... ) -
i feel my vision slipping in and out of focus ; narrative
so i ran with the devil, left a trail of excusesAcross Roald Dahl Plass, it could be any other day; it could be his world, the lift stone in front of the water tower could lead down into his Torchwood. He could find his Jack sitting down there in shirtsleeves and trouser braces, greatcoat draped casually on a chair, waiting to greet him with an ( Read more... ) -
desperately seeking ( open to capnhotness )
Hands that aren't really his - nail-bitten, ungraceful - clench and shake on the steering wheel before Ianto convinces himself to get out of the car. He's parked like a civilian in this area for the first time in years; compulsion tells him to use the garage like he always does, only that it might not even be there any longer. He isn't even ( Read more... )