To The Lonely Sea
Title: To The Lonely Sea.
Rating: PG (at most)
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Warnings/Spoilers: None, set after Exit Wounds but no actual spoilers.
Summary: Jack’s so very tired of grieving.
He doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting there, watching, thinking. Long enough for the sun to have set, leaving the water before him dark and mysterious but it could have been hours or years for all he’s aware. In the dark the bay is timeless, this city has changed so much over the course of his too-long life but the sea, the sea remains, older even than he, and if it reminds him sometimes of home that’s no bad thing.
They’re a lot alike, him and the sea, he thinks. Forever changing, forever the same. All sparkling surface and dangerous undertow, drawing people in and pulling them under. He’s lost so many now, so many, and all of them before their time. It seems the harder he tries to hold on the faster they slip away, like sand through his fingers, and he’s so very tired of grieving.
Maybe he’d be better off just letting go, walking away.
Quiet footsteps approach from behind, he doesn’t turn, doesn’t speak and neither does Ianto as he settles himself carefully on the concrete. He does accept the silently offered coffee.
Then again, maybe not just yet.
[fin]
Rating: PG (at most)
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Warnings/Spoilers: None, set after Exit Wounds but no actual spoilers.
Summary: Jack’s so very tired of grieving.
He doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting there, watching, thinking. Long enough for the sun to have set, leaving the water before him dark and mysterious but it could have been hours or years for all he’s aware. In the dark the bay is timeless, this city has changed so much over the course of his too-long life but the sea, the sea remains, older even than he, and if it reminds him sometimes of home that’s no bad thing.
They’re a lot alike, him and the sea, he thinks. Forever changing, forever the same. All sparkling surface and dangerous undertow, drawing people in and pulling them under. He’s lost so many now, so many, and all of them before their time. It seems the harder he tries to hold on the faster they slip away, like sand through his fingers, and he’s so very tired of grieving.
Maybe he’d be better off just letting go, walking away.
Quiet footsteps approach from behind, he doesn’t turn, doesn’t speak and neither does Ianto as he settles himself carefully on the concrete. He does accept the silently offered coffee.
Then again, maybe not just yet.
[fin]