cyus: (Torchwood)
Title: Plus One
Characters/Pairing: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Type/Setting: Gen / post-Cyberwoman
Rating: PG
Length: ca 1400
Summary: It's one day after Lisa dies. The sun's out in Cardiff.
Notes: [livejournal.com profile] horizonssing summer challenge, day one prompt

"Summer afternoon - summer afternoon;
to me those have always been the two most
beautiful words in the English language."

- Henry James


The sun soaks into his suit, sinks through the layers: the last of the warmth pools on his skin. )
cyus: (Torchwood)
Title: Yellow Shirt
Characters/Pairing: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Rating: PG-13
Category/Setting: gen/series 1, post-Countrycide and pre-End of Days
Length: 1700

Blood pools underneath the body. It gets lost in rain puddles, an extra shimmer to the surface. The night's cold, winter is coming.

"Found him!" Breathless jerk to a halt at the feet – trainers -, looking up at jeans and once-yellow shirt, dirty hair. "That brown?" Harkness points to the head. Sirens sound in the distance.

Ianto crouches. Rain runs down the inside of his jacket and leaves a trail of wetness down his back. It's trying for the waistband but loses itself in the fabric of the shirt. Plastic gloves on, he pushes the hair back, turns the head. "Brown, and dead, sir." Blood sticks to his skin when he pulls his hand away.

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cyus: (Torchwood)
Title: Qalabani (Contents of the Drawer 1/12)
Characters/Pairing: OC, Jack Harkness
Rating: PG-13 for violence, implied sex
Category/Setting: Gen/Pre-Series
Length: 1800
Notes: Contents of the Drawer 1/12, prompt: "Seconds. Truth."

1. An iron spur, worn, specks of dirt still clinging to one of the joints.

The tread of the horses is soft, a thump-thumping that feels like the most natural rhythm. There's the cry of far off birds and the hushed whispers of his men among themselves. Cramer straightens, shifts the lance along his body. He squints into the night but the land lies still before them. An animal streaks in the distance, its eyes a warning glint with the moon's reflection. Cold air seeps into his bones. His horse neighs, shakes its head as it dances out of formation and he catches the reins a little tighter to force it back into the rank.

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