January 1st, 2009. Ianto Jones wakes up with a hangover. The prior night's revelry (which he can't exactly remember) is clearly to blame, and he swallows against the dry thickness in his mouth as he rolls onto his side. He edges closer to the warmth of the body beside him, reaching for the sharp angle of Jack's hip, intent on greeting his lover ( Read more... )

[oo9] five senses: countrycide

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For kateriffic:

( A handwritten letter, delivered by PIN. )

[oo5] Tuesday: character bibliography: five quotes

( Better late than never, and quote me on that. )

Large images under the cut!

[oo4] Character Bibliography: Monday: five images

( And again, under the cut. )

Contains spoilery clips from the selected films.

[oo3] Sunday: Character Bibliography: five films

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Predictably of someone who spares little time for it, Ianto is asleep at this unexpected hour. Not tucked neatly into bed, but at his desk, precariously balanced near the edge of the chair, his head pillowed on folded arms. There's a half-drunk cup of coffee - vain final attempt at fighting fatigue - to his left, a stack of reports to his right, ( Read more... )

I'm also late with this one - yay! =D Complete with MP3s for your listening pleasure.

[oo2] Friday: Character Bibliography: five songs

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Very, very late.

[oo1] Thursday: Character Bibliography: five books.

( Five books of inspiring nature. )

Hear me ...

Eyes narrowed, Ianto looks in the direction of his desk drawer. He must be going mad, he decides; he could swear he heard voices. But his office is empty, save himself and the dog curled at his feet. It's not possible, and so he goes back to his paperwork.

Find me ...Again. Ianto pauses, eyes lingering on the drawer, then he ( Read more... )