imstillhere (imstillhere) wrote in inthesestones, @ 2008-10-07 22:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | ianto jones, owen harper |
WHO: Owen Harper & Ianto Jones
WHAT: Owen isn't dead. It is a very surprising development for everyone involved.
WHERE: Cardiff; Roald Dahl Plass
WHEN: Afternoon
RATING: PG [unless Owen starts swearing]
STATUS: In Progress
Time is relative. It is one of those principles that it actually doesn't take a genius to understand how perception can effect one's comprehension of how much time had passed. For Owen, it had felt like a matter of seconds since he had turned to face the oncoming flow of radiation and all the cells in his body had been ripped apart. It had only felt like a couple seconds since he had succumb to an inky blackness before he was dropped rather unceremoniously into Ronald Dahl Plass. The impact with the ground knocked the air from his lungs, leaving him gasping in a frantic way as he gripped his torso. There was definitely a cracked rib or...
Wait a minute.
The impact of the disjointedness that came with the familiarity of pain staggered him. He'd felt it. He'd felt the sudden loss of air, the impact with the ground, and he was currently becoming rather acquainted with the fact that the ground was cold and damp. Laying back on the ground, his head thumping against the concrete as he stared at the sky, Owen did the only thing that his mind could think to do at the moment.
He laughed.
"Owen Harper. Heaven didn't want him, and the devil was afraid he'd take over."