04-14-09 : Ianto and Open
Who: Ianto and OPEN What: Ianto comes home Where: Starting in the park When: The afternoon of the 14th Rating: A for Alive (low, I think) Status: OPEN and in progress
There wasn't anything particularly special about today. It was slightly overcast, slightly chilly and very ordinary. Tuesdays were good at being ordinary days.
A stray wind moved through newly budding trees, shaking braches and leaves for a moment, before leaving stillness behind. In the remaining quiet there was a figure, still as stone, still as death, poised and unruffled and unblinking. Perfect and waiting.
The wind blew through again, briefly, rocking the figure back a bit and he caught himself, breathing deeply and blinking.
It took a moment for Ianto to come back to himself, but when he did, he whirled, looking behind himself franticly, looking for the danger he knew was back there. All that lurked was watery springtime sun. Nothing seemed out of sorts, not the birds, nothing. A few passing people gave him an odd look, but went on their way. A hand went to his immaculate hair, mussing it just a bit, while spring dew gathered on his perfect shoes. There wasn't a rip or rend in his clothing, though he expected there to be.
He remembered dying.
But he knew exactly where he was.
Rubbing a little at his head, trying to get over the lingering terror and confusion in his stomach, Ianto shuffled off, shivering a little.