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Jack Harkness (anfarwol) wrote in childofeden_rp,
@ 2013-10-23 14:56:00

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character: emerson dewitt, character: jack harkness, location: harkness house, thread: complete, |week: 02, ~date: 07/july 16

Who: Jack and DeWitt
Where: Jack's home
When: Week 2, Tuesday, Evening
Why: An old bottle of scotch has to be drunk, and talk of a brand
Warning: Jack Harkness, mentions of slavery. TBA

Ianto had taken to his room in the 'tower' or at least that was what Jack was calling it. It was their time away form one another, Ianto would go to his room and Jack, well...he didn't really have much to do. After thanking Emerson DeWitt for his help he thought, the man was good and funny. He would like to meet this man. He suspected he would be good looking. Drinks with a good looking man? That would be right up Jack's alley.

After Ianto bid him good bye, if only for a short time and closed his door, Jack went down to the cellar. Unlike some vampires he preferred a bed to a coffin and not to be underground. He had black out curtains in his bedroom if he forgot his watch, which he hadn't so far. Jack grabbed the scotch. It had been given to him by on old lover as a parting gift. It only served to keep those memories that Jack wanted gone. He would never want to share the drink with Ianto, it would be liked sharing Ianto with his ex-lover, in some round about way.

He took the scotch back up to the den, before getting two tumblers. Yes he had promised Ianto that there would be minimal spilling and hardly any mess. He was going to keep that or so help him he was sleeping on the couch that night. Jack heard the door and sauntered over to get the door.

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anfarwol
2013-10-27 11:23 pm UTC (link)

Jacked laughed and poured himself some more of the scotch. "It does seem to be loosening both or our tongue. Maybe mine more than yours." he grinned and took another drink of the rich liquid.

"I love talking to you. You say it how it is and you are not alarmed about Ianto being more like my lover than slave." In reality it was more like they would husbands than lovers. "You don't stand for bullshit principles."

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dusttoashes
2013-10-27 11:54 pm UTC (link)

"Got enough for a refill for the philosopher then?" he asked, holding up yet another empty glass. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't drank like this in a while, but it was the first time he'd had someone besides Gretchen to talk to afterward.

"I stopped standing for the bullshit a while ago," he continued. Ten years ago to be exact. Well, a little more than that now. "World is the way it is, and I know I don't have the power by myself to change that. I'm not sure I'm much of the crusader type anyhow, but I can control how I look at people and how I treat them. People here might not think much of that kind of thinking, but they know not to push me. I do things my way, and those who tend to have a problem with that soon learn they're just gonna have to ignore me."

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anfarwol
2013-10-28 12:18 am UTC (link)

Jack pour him another glass. The bottle had one maybe two glasses left then he could toss the bottle and be rid of John once and for all. He didn't usually drink this much. He was a talkative man when he drank, and in Ianto's presents he was a horny drunk.

"I just don't understand it. I know some people like being subservient and omnipotent, but why subject people to humiliating things when you could have just at much fun doing other things. I would never make Ianto do anything he didn't want to. Some people." He grumbled.

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dusttoashes
2013-10-28 02:08 am UTC (link)

Emerson noted the state of the bottle, smiling faintly as he realized the last symbol of that John guy would be soon be gone. It took a lot more to erase someone from the mind and the heart, though. Obviously Jack had Ianto, someone who meant the world to him, so maybe it wouldn't be so hard for him.

"That about what it is. Everyone likes different things. Everyone's a different way. But the thing is. Everyone's a person. Everyone has minds and can give stimulating conversation. Fuck, talking to Ianto was less painful than talking to half the political bastards in this damn town." He paused, remembering Piper. "I've got a girl now that keeps me on my toes better than most of the damn covens that have tried to recruit me." The fact that he'd said girl and not slave didn't not go unnoticed by the witch.

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anfarwol
2013-10-28 06:01 pm UTC (link)

Jack threw around the term slave, because for decades that was all they had been to him. Rightfully they were still people, like DeWitt pointed out, they still had minds of their own. It was not until Ianto that Jack saw the world changing, realizing, as he had as a young man in the camps, that slaves were humans, that he use to be human.

"Ah a girl." He smirked. "I bet she can keep you on your toes. I knew this girl once, feisty little thing, called me all sorts of names. They all didn't hurt but it was the fun of having that banter with someone. That was, oh lord," he laughed. "That was when I was still human."

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dusttoashes
2013-10-28 10:08 pm UTC (link)

"And just how long ago was that?" Emerson asked, genuinely curious as to how old Jack was and also how long he'd been losing his daylight talismans. He loved to hear stories about how things were, listen to the changes in everything over the years. He doubted he'd be able to experience the changing of an era; he didn't have much of a wish to prolong his life beyond the human course of things.

"Unless it's rude to ask a vampire his age?" he added with a chuckle.

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anfarwol
2013-10-30 08:10 am UTC (link)

"Maybe for a woman. I doubt you would be asking that, uh, women her name started with V, no E. Anyway, yeah do not ask a woman her age unless you want to his punched in the balls, and I have had that happen twice." He chuckled.

"I was born in 1911, in Maryland. I was turned in 1944. Technically, I was force feed blood to heal me then I was killed shortly there after that. I am technically 102 years old. Physical age of 33. I was just shy of my 34th birthday. I keep track of my age pretty well. I like celebrating my birthday, not the day I was turned. Think that keeps me human."

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dusttoashes
2013-10-31 05:51 am UTC (link)

"I'll keep that in mind. Getting punched in the balls is fuck all terrible enough without having to worry about vampire strength behind it," Emerson replied with a shudder. Were female vampires that worried about their age too? He thought he might've asked Eterna, but that sounded like kind of the worst idea ever.

"You've been around the block, sounds like," he added with a whistle at Jack's age. He wondered often what was like to see ages shift and change. It must've seemed a lot quicker to someone who had so much time on their hands. "Well, let me know when you have a birthday party. I'm sure that's something crazy enough to not want to miss."

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anfarwol
2013-11-09 09:42 pm UTC (link)

"My parties are the best. Last time me and Ianto when to Rio and got drunk, we also had quite a show are this brothel. Ianto passed out half way through it though, but it was nice." He downed the rest of his drink. Taking the last bit of the liquor in the bottle and downed it too and shook his head as it burned his throat.

"And that is the last of John." he said.

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	dusttoashes 2013-11-09 11:57 pm UTC (link)
	Emerson grinned as he listened to the story, finishing what was left of his own drink. Jack was definitely a drinking buddy he could stand to drink more with. Maybe next time he'd bring Piper, and Jack could bring Ianto. They'd probably have a hell of a time. He raised his glass, empty now before setting it back on the table. "To good whiskey, good times, and memories." (Reply to this) (Parent)

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