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slashficletsTitle: End of the Beginning
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Words: 288
Characters: Ianto (Jack/Ianto)
Summary: What does Ianto think about when he watches Jack sleep?
Notes: Angst. Post Exit Wounds
Ianto often spent insomniac nights watching Jack sleep and letting his wayward thoughts wander. He would be a psychiatrist’s wet dream, with the strange and sometimes disturbing things that crossed his mind in the midnight hours.
The end is where we start from, Jack had said. Would that make it the beginning of something else? If so, what?
He studied the man sprawled out in bed next to him. The handsome features of his lover were currently smooth without the traces of tension and guardedness he wore during daylight hours. Ianto secretly loved seeing him like this. It was a rare and treasured opportunity. Especially now, since Tosh and Owen had died.
Sometimes it felt like they were getting closer to proper relationship. They were practically living together now, although neither one of them would ever speak of it out loud. It was... good. Yet it was the other times that threw him for a loop, when it felt like they were further apart than ever. When Jack would roll his eyes at something important to Ianto, or complain about Earth’s ‘quaint’ little concepts like fidelity. It made his head spin in confusion, and he found himself falling back on the insecurities that used to mark their early days. He hated going backward and struggling with doubt and uncertainty, but just when he was about to drown in it, Jack would do or say something uncharacteristically romantic, dare he think it, ‘coupley,’ and he would be thrown right back into hope again.
Hope was a dangerous thing. Rather than pride, Ianto thought it was hope that came before a fall. He’d had a lot of experience with that.
Maybe it was actually the beginning of the end.
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: Cat Moon
Rating: G
Words: 288
Characters: Ianto (Jack/Ianto)
Summary: What does Ianto think about when he watches Jack sleep?
Notes: Angst. Post Exit Wounds
Ianto often spent insomniac nights watching Jack sleep and letting his wayward thoughts wander. He would be a psychiatrist’s wet dream, with the strange and sometimes disturbing things that crossed his mind in the midnight hours.
The end is where we start from, Jack had said. Would that make it the beginning of something else? If so, what?
He studied the man sprawled out in bed next to him. The handsome features of his lover were currently smooth without the traces of tension and guardedness he wore during daylight hours. Ianto secretly loved seeing him like this. It was a rare and treasured opportunity. Especially now, since Tosh and Owen had died.
Sometimes it felt like they were getting closer to proper relationship. They were practically living together now, although neither one of them would ever speak of it out loud. It was... good. Yet it was the other times that threw him for a loop, when it felt like they were further apart than ever. When Jack would roll his eyes at something important to Ianto, or complain about Earth’s ‘quaint’ little concepts like fidelity. It made his head spin in confusion, and he found himself falling back on the insecurities that used to mark their early days. He hated going backward and struggling with doubt and uncertainty, but just when he was about to drown in it, Jack would do or say something uncharacteristically romantic, dare he think it, ‘coupley,’ and he would be thrown right back into hope again.
Hope was a dangerous thing. Rather than pride, Ianto thought it was hope that came before a fall. He’d had a lot of experience with that.
Maybe it was actually the beginning of the end.
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Date: 2020-02-02 07:37 pm (UTC)