[ficlet] hold onto love (it'll bring you home) (epilogue)
Title: hold onto love (it'll bring you home) (epilogue)
Author: noscrubs12345
100_colours Prompt: Magenta
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: spoilers through Children of Earth; major flangst and angst
Summary: What if things had gone differently in London? What if Jack and Ianto traded Torchwood for a quite little cottage by the sea? But what if things aren't as they seem?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russell T Davies and the BBC. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Notes: Title taken from "Love Heals" from RENT.Tissue warning!!
Missed the beginning?: Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX Part X
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He doesn’t wake with a sob. He no longer has the energy for it, just like he doesn’t for the dampness resolutely not on his pillow.
He turns onto his other side, facing the wall, ignoring the wet spot on the pillow and the tears he isn’t crying. He closes his eyes tightly, trying to block out the light seeping in around the curtains as dawn breaks. He knows if he looked outside, the twin suns rising over a field of magenta grass would be beautiful. But he doesn’t have the will to leave the bed and cross to the window. Besides, it wouldn’t compare to a lone sun rising over Cardiff, brightening the bedroom they had shared for too short a time.
There are countless songs in every culture he knows about turning back time and giving suns and moons and stars to one's lover. But, he thinks with a shuddering sigh, what do songs know? The allure of reversing time is almost too great most days and he gave him more than the stars-he gave him his heart knowing it would eventually be broken.
And what he wouldn’t give just to hold him for one moment more....
Author: noscrubs12345
100_colours Prompt: Magenta
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: spoilers through Children of Earth; major flangst and angst
Summary: What if things had gone differently in London? What if Jack and Ianto traded Torchwood for a quite little cottage by the sea? But what if things aren't as they seem?
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Russell T Davies and the BBC. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Notes: Title taken from "Love Heals" from RENT.Tissue warning!!
Missed the beginning?: Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX Part X
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He doesn’t wake with a sob. He no longer has the energy for it, just like he doesn’t for the dampness resolutely not on his pillow.
He turns onto his other side, facing the wall, ignoring the wet spot on the pillow and the tears he isn’t crying. He closes his eyes tightly, trying to block out the light seeping in around the curtains as dawn breaks. He knows if he looked outside, the twin suns rising over a field of magenta grass would be beautiful. But he doesn’t have the will to leave the bed and cross to the window. Besides, it wouldn’t compare to a lone sun rising over Cardiff, brightening the bedroom they had shared for too short a time.
There are countless songs in every culture he knows about turning back time and giving suns and moons and stars to one's lover. But, he thinks with a shuddering sigh, what do songs know? The allure of reversing time is almost too great most days and he gave him more than the stars-he gave him his heart knowing it would eventually be broken.
And what he wouldn’t give just to hold him for one moment more....