"Against Still Life"

[cyus]

Title: Against Still Life
Rating: PG-13
Character: Ianto
Notes: heddychaa started something with poetry in Jack/Ianto fiction and I wanted to do it, too, just not quite that way. Poem's by Margaret Atwood.

The Hub is dark. Jack has gone out to fight aliens or sit on roofs, and he has left Ianto to listen to the sound of his own footsteps. That and the drip of rain outside.

They'd taken to swapping notes until Ianto had said something about bloody teenage romance and Jack had taken his notes and disappeared into his bunk with all the other brooding things he keeps down there.

That Ianto sneaks down and lies on the bunk and sifts through the copies of poetry he doesn't really understand, well, Ianto doesn't tell him that either. They both have their secrets.

He leaves the pages on Jack's pillow and is surprised to find them on his own in his flat a few days later when he wakes up. Jack is making breakfast in the kitchen and whistling some tune.

Ianto stares at the pages for a few moments, then shoves them into the drawer of his bedside table and gets up.

It means it's all good, maybe.

Comments

[amand-r.livejournal.com]

You are all surpassing me.

[heddychaa.livejournal.com]

(shriek!)

You would turn the whole meme on its head and make it fantastic. You would!

[blue-fjords.livejournal.com]

Wow. This is really cool, how they can mirror each other and not, and how some things are very profound and others are so mundane, but they're both there together.

Owen IS a tosser.

[ladykorana.livejournal.com]

I adore this. I've never read this poem before (not a big poetry fan, honestly, though you people and your gorgeous fics are converting me slowly), but it fits Jack and Ianto so perfectly, it could have been written for them.

I really wish I could manage to read more of the handwriting, as I feel like I'm missing some good stuff there, and that makes me sad. But it also adds to the realism, even if my personal canon has their handwriting a bit neater. ;-)

[cyus.livejournal.com]

Thanks very much! I could probably transcribe it, I just didn't think anyone would uh .. care enough, and there is probably a certain attraction in the 'not knowing exactly'.

I'm not a poetry fan either, at all, but I picked up that book with some of her poems two or so years ago and read that poem and instantly thought 'It's so Jack/Ianto' down to the dinosaur mention? And the lies? Crazy, really, and am glad I finally found a good use for it :)

Glad you like it.