Double Drabble: On The Wind
Title: On The Wind
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto Crow.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 799: Wind at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: It’s a windy morning in Cardiff, so Jack is up on a rooftop, but he isn’t alone.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Jack loved windy weather; he claimed it made him feel more alive than almost anything else. The best place to experience his favourite kind of weather was obviously the roof of a tall building, where the wind could gust around him with nothing blocking it, whipping his coat around his legs, making it flutter out behind him like a cape. He fancied he looked a bit like batman, a superhero keeping watch over his city from his lofty perch.
Not that anyone was likely to see him, even during daylight. People tended not to look up, too busy going about their own business, hurrying from place to place, eager to get back indoors where it was warm. Besides, it was still too early for there to be many people around; the sun was barely above the horizon.
On Jack’s raised forearm, Ianto sat in his crow form, the wind ruffling his feathers. He shifted from foot to foot, spreading his wings in preparation for take-off.
“Caw! Don’t stay up here all day!” he told Jack. Then Ianto was airborne, soaring on the wind, high above Jack’s head before swooping downwards.
Jack watched avidly, wishing he could fly with his lover.
The End
Author: badly_knitted
Characters: Jack, Ianto Crow.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 799: Wind at tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: It’s a windy morning in Cardiff, so Jack is up on a rooftop, but he isn’t alone.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Jack loved windy weather; he claimed it made him feel more alive than almost anything else. The best place to experience his favourite kind of weather was obviously the roof of a tall building, where the wind could gust around him with nothing blocking it, whipping his coat around his legs, making it flutter out behind him like a cape. He fancied he looked a bit like batman, a superhero keeping watch over his city from his lofty perch.
Not that anyone was likely to see him, even during daylight. People tended not to look up, too busy going about their own business, hurrying from place to place, eager to get back indoors where it was warm. Besides, it was still too early for there to be many people around; the sun was barely above the horizon.
On Jack’s raised forearm, Ianto sat in his crow form, the wind ruffling his feathers. He shifted from foot to foot, spreading his wings in preparation for take-off.
“Caw! Don’t stay up here all day!” he told Jack. Then Ianto was airborne, soaring on the wind, high above Jack’s head before swooping downwards.
Jack watched avidly, wishing he could fly with his lover.
The End