Double Drabble: Perfect Choice
Title: Perfect Choice
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Tosh, Ianto, Owen.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 537: Sparkling at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Tosh knows exactly who picked out her ring, and it wasn’t Owen.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Tosh smiled down at the elegant diamond and sapphire engagement ring sparkling on her finger; she couldn’t have picked anything more perfect if she’d chosen it herself, but she knew for a fact that Owen didn’t have such exquisite taste in jewellery. If he’d picked it himself, he would have chosen the biggest, flashiest diamond he could afford and she’d have been too terrified of losing it to wear it.
“Thanks, Ianto,” she murmured, slipping up beside him on the pretext of getting more coffee.
“For what?”
“I know you helped Owen choose my ring; nobody else has such perfect taste, and I doubt anyone else even knows sapphires are my birthstones.”
Ianto shrugged. “He asked for my help, wanted to get you something that wouldn’t get in your way at work but he was scared of getting anything too small in case you thought he was being a cheapskate and turned him down.”
“He could have proposed with the ring pull off a beer can and I would have said yes,” Tosh admitted. “Just don’t tell him that.”
“He wouldn’t believe me if I did,” Ianto assured his best friend. “He still doesn’t believe he’s good enough for you.”
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Tosh, Ianto, Owen.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 537: Sparkling at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Tosh knows exactly who picked out her ring, and it wasn’t Owen.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Tosh smiled down at the elegant diamond and sapphire engagement ring sparkling on her finger; she couldn’t have picked anything more perfect if she’d chosen it herself, but she knew for a fact that Owen didn’t have such exquisite taste in jewellery. If he’d picked it himself, he would have chosen the biggest, flashiest diamond he could afford and she’d have been too terrified of losing it to wear it.
“Thanks, Ianto,” she murmured, slipping up beside him on the pretext of getting more coffee.
“For what?”
“I know you helped Owen choose my ring; nobody else has such perfect taste, and I doubt anyone else even knows sapphires are my birthstones.”
Ianto shrugged. “He asked for my help, wanted to get you something that wouldn’t get in your way at work but he was scared of getting anything too small in case you thought he was being a cheapskate and turned him down.”
“He could have proposed with the ring pull off a beer can and I would have said yes,” Tosh admitted. “Just don’t tell him that.”
“He wouldn’t believe me if I did,” Ianto assured his best friend. “He still doesn’t believe he’s good enough for you.”
The End