Flying Weather
Title: Flying Weather
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The weather is surprisingly pleasant for February, and Ianto is itching to fly.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 252: Pleasant at anythingdrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Set in my Were-Crow ‘Verse. For FranArian. There will be a sequel.
Spring was still a long way off, but despite that the weather on this early February morning was surprisingly pleasant. Ianto smiled as he flipped open the bedroom curtains to see hazy blue skies and bright sunshine. It made a welcome change from the dreary grey and drizzly weather that had been blanketing the city since Christmas.
Outside, when he got that far after showering and shaving, dressing, and making coffee, it was still a bit chilly, but if the sunshine was anything to go by, it would probably warm up as the morning progressed. Not that expected it to get above early spring temperatures, but the lack of a frost the night before was encouraging.
Standing on the back patio of his little end-of-terrace house, he cradled his coffee mug between his hands, keeping them warm as he sipped at the steaming brew, contemplating the day ahead. First he’d pick up breakfast for himself and Jack on the way to work, and then perhaps he could persuade his lover to accompany him out to one of the parks…
It had been weeks since he’d last had the chance to fly just for the fun of it. In fact, aside from flying around the Hub with Myfanwy two or three times a week, he’d only taken to the air in his crow form twice on Rift retrievals, both times resulting in his feathers getting unpleasantly damp and ruffled. He’d needed to preen for ages before returning to human form.
Once, early on in his life as a were-crow, he’d changed back while his feathers had still been wet, and had spent the rest of the day feeling as if his skin didn’t fit right. It had been most unpleasant, and the next time he’d transformed, his feathers had been in a terrible state, all crumpled and tatty. That had been a valuable lesson for him to learn, however. Nowadays he made sure to tidy himself thoroughly, especially if he’d been flying in wet or windy conditions. Proper feather care was vital to a crow.
Returning his coffee mug to the kitchen, he locked up and headed out to his car, relishing the fresh breeze that ruffled his hair. Yes, it looked like a beautiful day for flying.
To Ianto’s surprise, Jack was waiting for him in the underground garage when he arrived.
“Have we had an early Rift alert?” Ianto got out of his car leaving the bags of pastries he’d bought on the passenger seat.
“No, and it looks like things should be quiet all day. It’s such a lovely morning I thought you might like to go flying.”
“Actually, I would. I was going to suggest we drive out to Bute Park so I can feel the wind beneath my wings.”
“I have a better idea. Why don’t you whip up a flask of coffee and we’ll take your car, drive along the coast, find a secluded beach, and make a day of it?”
Ianto smiled. “Sounds perfect!”
TBC in ‘ Having Fun’
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The weather is surprisingly pleasant for February, and Ianto is itching to fly.
Word Count: 500
Written For: Prompt 252: Pleasant at anythingdrabble.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Set in my Were-Crow ‘Verse. For FranArian. There will be a sequel.
Spring was still a long way off, but despite that the weather on this early February morning was surprisingly pleasant. Ianto smiled as he flipped open the bedroom curtains to see hazy blue skies and bright sunshine. It made a welcome change from the dreary grey and drizzly weather that had been blanketing the city since Christmas.
Outside, when he got that far after showering and shaving, dressing, and making coffee, it was still a bit chilly, but if the sunshine was anything to go by, it would probably warm up as the morning progressed. Not that expected it to get above early spring temperatures, but the lack of a frost the night before was encouraging.
Standing on the back patio of his little end-of-terrace house, he cradled his coffee mug between his hands, keeping them warm as he sipped at the steaming brew, contemplating the day ahead. First he’d pick up breakfast for himself and Jack on the way to work, and then perhaps he could persuade his lover to accompany him out to one of the parks…
It had been weeks since he’d last had the chance to fly just for the fun of it. In fact, aside from flying around the Hub with Myfanwy two or three times a week, he’d only taken to the air in his crow form twice on Rift retrievals, both times resulting in his feathers getting unpleasantly damp and ruffled. He’d needed to preen for ages before returning to human form.
Once, early on in his life as a were-crow, he’d changed back while his feathers had still been wet, and had spent the rest of the day feeling as if his skin didn’t fit right. It had been most unpleasant, and the next time he’d transformed, his feathers had been in a terrible state, all crumpled and tatty. That had been a valuable lesson for him to learn, however. Nowadays he made sure to tidy himself thoroughly, especially if he’d been flying in wet or windy conditions. Proper feather care was vital to a crow.
Returning his coffee mug to the kitchen, he locked up and headed out to his car, relishing the fresh breeze that ruffled his hair. Yes, it looked like a beautiful day for flying.
To Ianto’s surprise, Jack was waiting for him in the underground garage when he arrived.
“Have we had an early Rift alert?” Ianto got out of his car leaving the bags of pastries he’d bought on the passenger seat.
“No, and it looks like things should be quiet all day. It’s such a lovely morning I thought you might like to go flying.”
“Actually, I would. I was going to suggest we drive out to Bute Park so I can feel the wind beneath my wings.”
“I have a better idea. Why don’t you whip up a flask of coffee and we’ll take your car, drive along the coast, find a secluded beach, and make a day of it?”
Ianto smiled. “Sounds perfect!”
TBC in ‘ Having Fun’