What is it Like?, Jack/Ianto, PG (Mortality)
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Challenge: 47 Mortality
Rating: PG
Warnings: Musings in short ficlet form (~325 words)
Spoilers: None.
What is it Like?
What is it like, to love someone that you know you’ll have to watch grow old and die?
Each night, he lies besides someone whom Time cannot touch, whom Death regards with a wistful stare, and yet Ianto cannot answer this. The love he holds is the love he has always given: total, consuming, and bright. He loves with his heart and will regret many things, in time, but will be made all the better for it. He was taught at an early age that our lives have meaning because they will end. Our loves have meaning because they end. If life is everlasting, if love drags along with it, then what does it mean? Do they mean anything? Or do they mean too much? Can you let them mean anything? The only question that matters is this: Are you content with what you are given? Ianto answers each time: Yes.
What is it like, to love someone who you know you’ll grow and die with?
Jack could have known this once. He had the opportunity to, the potential for it. Yet for the longest time he could only tell you of the kind of love that came with cheap wine and good sex: the love of the act, not the heart. Rose Tyler taught him real love, and he might’ve known it if he hadn’t died. He means his vows, he feels his emotions, but he knows that he will outlast every single one of them. With a thousand regrets scarred upon his heart, he tells himself each time: S/He will be the last. But they aren’t. They never are. Each one of them different, each a reminder of the purpose for his life. The only time that holds significance is the time we share with those we love. He may forget the name Ianto Jones, but he will always remember the dependable, warm and loyal love he was given and allowed to return.
Challenge: 47 Mortality
Rating: PG
Warnings: Musings in short ficlet form (~325 words)
Spoilers: None.
What is it Like?
What is it like, to love someone that you know you’ll have to watch grow old and die?
Each night, he lies besides someone whom Time cannot touch, whom Death regards with a wistful stare, and yet Ianto cannot answer this. The love he holds is the love he has always given: total, consuming, and bright. He loves with his heart and will regret many things, in time, but will be made all the better for it. He was taught at an early age that our lives have meaning because they will end. Our loves have meaning because they end. If life is everlasting, if love drags along with it, then what does it mean? Do they mean anything? Or do they mean too much? Can you let them mean anything? The only question that matters is this: Are you content with what you are given? Ianto answers each time: Yes.
What is it like, to love someone who you know you’ll grow and die with?
Jack could have known this once. He had the opportunity to, the potential for it. Yet for the longest time he could only tell you of the kind of love that came with cheap wine and good sex: the love of the act, not the heart. Rose Tyler taught him real love, and he might’ve known it if he hadn’t died. He means his vows, he feels his emotions, but he knows that he will outlast every single one of them. With a thousand regrets scarred upon his heart, he tells himself each time: S/He will be the last. But they aren’t. They never are. Each one of them different, each a reminder of the purpose for his life. The only time that holds significance is the time we share with those we love. He may forget the name Ianto Jones, but he will always remember the dependable, warm and loyal love he was given and allowed to return.