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| Entry tags: | !complete, day 12, ianto jones, jack harkness, location: barn |
End of day 12
Who: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
What: Regrouping
Where: The barn
When: Day 12, evening
Rating: PG13
Status: Complete
Forever ago and an hour ago and a moment ago, Ianto had watched a straw dummy go up in flames.
The problem with this was that it was a dummy dressed as Captain Jack Harkness. Sure, there were other dummies, burning just as fiercely, but the one dressed in blue wool and braces was the one that held his attention. He watched it burn to cinders, back rigid and frame tense and when it was over, he stalked, speaking nary a word to anyone, to find a corner to huddle in. This sorely rattled his defenses.
Ianto ended up in a corner of the barn, since it was the only place really intact these days, with the coat pulled tight round himself and his face buried in the collar. It didn't smell like Jack, but the wool was the same, the scratches against his face, the warm weight of it, was the same. Then, and only then, did he let himself sob, very softly. If he heard footsteps, he'd deny everything, since it wasn't Jack that burned, just straw. But this was enough to shake Ianto to his bones, for whatever reason.
The problem with this was that it was a dummy dressed as Captain Jack Harkness. Sure, there were other dummies, burning just as fiercely, but the one dressed in blue wool and braces was the one that held his attention. He watched it burn to cinders, back rigid and frame tense and when it was over, he stalked, speaking nary a word to anyone, to find a corner to huddle in. This sorely rattled his defenses.
Ianto ended up in a corner of the barn, since it was the only place really intact these days, with the coat pulled tight round himself and his face buried in the collar. It didn't smell like Jack, but the wool was the same, the scratches against his face, the warm weight of it, was the same. Then, and only then, did he let himself sob, very softly. If he heard footsteps, he'd deny everything, since it wasn't Jack that burned, just straw. But this was enough to shake Ianto to his bones, for whatever reason.