Snippet: Mask
Title: Mask
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto/Jack. Mentions Tosh, Owen
Rating: PG-13
Written for the slashthedrabble prompt: Real
Word Count: 200
Summary: Takes place after Exit Wounds. Ianto has always liked figuring people out.
Warning: Mentions canon character death.
Spoilers for To The Last Man and Exit Wounds.
Ianto washed coffee mugs. The warmth of the water and the sharp, fake-lemon scent of soap helped him to forget about death and goodbyes, if only for a few moments.
Ianto liked figuring people out. Maybe that was why it had always been so easy for him to be what people wanted.
With Tosh it had been easy to tell what emotions were real. Tosh would smile when she figured out how to use a piece of alien tech, or her eyes would light up when she figured out how to make it into something else.
Ianto washed Tosh's purple mug and instead of putting it in a box with the rest of her belongings, he sat it down on the counter.
He could almost hear Owen's voice in his head, calling him a sentimental git. Ianto thought he might miss that.
Ianto picked up Jack's mug. The stripes on it always reminded Ianto of the stripes on Jack's coat.
It was hard to see behind Jack's mysterious time traveler mask, but Ianto watched and waited. Ianto thought he might have caught a glimpse of the real Jack, the night Jack had confessed that he didn't know where he belonged.
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto/Jack. Mentions Tosh, Owen
Rating: PG-13
Written for the slashthedrabble prompt: Real
Word Count: 200
Summary: Takes place after Exit Wounds. Ianto has always liked figuring people out.
Warning: Mentions canon character death.
Spoilers for To The Last Man and Exit Wounds.
Ianto washed coffee mugs. The warmth of the water and the sharp, fake-lemon scent of soap helped him to forget about death and goodbyes, if only for a few moments.
Ianto liked figuring people out. Maybe that was why it had always been so easy for him to be what people wanted.
With Tosh it had been easy to tell what emotions were real. Tosh would smile when she figured out how to use a piece of alien tech, or her eyes would light up when she figured out how to make it into something else.
Ianto washed Tosh's purple mug and instead of putting it in a box with the rest of her belongings, he sat it down on the counter.
He could almost hear Owen's voice in his head, calling him a sentimental git. Ianto thought he might miss that.
Ianto picked up Jack's mug. The stripes on it always reminded Ianto of the stripes on Jack's coat.
It was hard to see behind Jack's mysterious time traveler mask, but Ianto watched and waited. Ianto thought he might have caught a glimpse of the real Jack, the night Jack had confessed that he didn't know where he belonged.