Spoilers: after "Cyberwoman" in Torchwood
In The Smell Of Skin,
beatthedisco gives us
a slow thoughtful piece about one of the little, rich details of what Ianto does after "Cyberwoman" and how he copes. Of course this is Ianto, and his coping looks a lot like not coping, but
beatthedisco gives us a nice, smooth arc and brings us just far enough out the other end.
It's slash, yeah, but it's such light and delicate slash you'll be surprised.
His old sheets, sheets from a life that now seems like it was never his, sheets that were picked out by another pair of hands; those sheets smelt like life. A heady, musky smell that mingled with morning sunshine and that awful herbal tea she drank and intoxicated him, became him, made him everything that he was.