TW Big Bang (art)
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Art for the fabulous fiwen1010 for the tw_bigbang challenge! My assigned fic was "Transcending Torchwood."
"Cardiff two thousand and twelve. Home sweet home." The Doctor rubbed his hands together and looked past Ianto. "Isn't that your Gwen?"
He turned and grimaced when he spotted Gwen hurrying towards him from the Torchwood Hub, but rather than telling him off like the worried parent she so often was she slowed to a stop and covered her mouth. "Ianto?" She peered at him and then glared at the Doctor. "When did you kidnap him from?"
"Just yesterday morning... I think. What date is it?" He wrenched his wrist around into a position that must have been painful and peered at the complicated device he’d bought at a market on their travels. "Yep, yesterday."
"It wasn't kidnap either." Ianto closed the gap bretween them and hugged Gwen tightly. "I borrowed the Doctor for an adventure."
"I was so worried," she said, burying her face against his chest. "When you didn't show up for work I went to your flat. Tybalt isn't speaking to you."
The Doctor started backing away towards the TARDIS. "It was good to see you Ianto. If you need anything..."
Gwen whirled on his and stabbed one finger at him without releasing Ianto. "You aren't going anywhere. You need to find Jack and bring him home."
"Gwen..." Ianto tried.
Down the hall he hears the music change to a softer, waltzing piece, and he drains the last of his whisky and stands to offer Ianto his hand. “Mr Jones.” Ianto looks curious, and places his hand into Jack's with hesitance. “May I have this dance?”
His hearing is good, and so he's aware of their colleagues' happiness for them and frustration at them once they think that they're out of hearing distance. If Ianto is aware of it he doesn't show it, but he lets Jack lead him back into main hall, where murmurs from the crowd bring them to a stop at the edge of the dance floor. The room is decorated in lush reds and golds, with a sprinkling of silver calling to mind the frost that had clung to the hedges all day whilst they drove down there. Jack pulls Ianto around and into an intimate ballroom hold, with one hand between Ianto's shoulders pressing him close and the other holding Ianto's hand to his chest. When they've settled into the rhythm, swaying from side to side and shifting their feet in time with the music, Ianto's free hand curls around the back of Jack's neck, and Jack rests their cheeks together and closes his eyes.
Art for the fabulous fiwen1010 for the tw_bigbang challenge! My assigned fic was "Transcending Torchwood."
"Cardiff two thousand and twelve. Home sweet home." The Doctor rubbed his hands together and looked past Ianto. "Isn't that your Gwen?"
He turned and grimaced when he spotted Gwen hurrying towards him from the Torchwood Hub, but rather than telling him off like the worried parent she so often was she slowed to a stop and covered her mouth. "Ianto?" She peered at him and then glared at the Doctor. "When did you kidnap him from?"
"Just yesterday morning... I think. What date is it?" He wrenched his wrist around into a position that must have been painful and peered at the complicated device he’d bought at a market on their travels. "Yep, yesterday."
"It wasn't kidnap either." Ianto closed the gap bretween them and hugged Gwen tightly. "I borrowed the Doctor for an adventure."
"I was so worried," she said, burying her face against his chest. "When you didn't show up for work I went to your flat. Tybalt isn't speaking to you."
The Doctor started backing away towards the TARDIS. "It was good to see you Ianto. If you need anything..."
Gwen whirled on his and stabbed one finger at him without releasing Ianto. "You aren't going anywhere. You need to find Jack and bring him home."
"Gwen..." Ianto tried.
Down the hall he hears the music change to a softer, waltzing piece, and he drains the last of his whisky and stands to offer Ianto his hand. “Mr Jones.” Ianto looks curious, and places his hand into Jack's with hesitance. “May I have this dance?”
His hearing is good, and so he's aware of their colleagues' happiness for them and frustration at them once they think that they're out of hearing distance. If Ianto is aware of it he doesn't show it, but he lets Jack lead him back into main hall, where murmurs from the crowd bring them to a stop at the edge of the dance floor. The room is decorated in lush reds and golds, with a sprinkling of silver calling to mind the frost that had clung to the hedges all day whilst they drove down there. Jack pulls Ianto around and into an intimate ballroom hold, with one hand between Ianto's shoulders pressing him close and the other holding Ianto's hand to his chest. When they've settled into the rhythm, swaying from side to side and shifting their feet in time with the music, Ianto's free hand curls around the back of Jack's neck, and Jack rests their cheeks together and closes his eyes.