fic:Going home
Title: Going home
Author: yanjara
Character/Pairing: Ianto
Rating: G
words: 175
Summary: (Prompt: Home, for my Torchwood 101 prompt sheet)
Visiting the past...
Disclaimer: If I could, I would, but sadly I don’t
Author’s note: First one for my Prompts, also first Torchwood ff ever
Home
Upon entering his mother wraps her arms around him, shaking fingers tightening on the back of his neatly pressed suit, overwhelming him with the smell of boiled cabbage and dusty sweat, calling him ‚Ianto! Ianto!’ like a spell or a prayer.
At dinner his greatgrandfather inquieres, over the cluttering of silver on family china, about that London’ lass of his and the ensuing silence makes it hard to breath over the fog of unspoken regrets.
The night he sleeps in his old room staring over the freshly dusted shelves, stocked with the remnants of a childhood he can’t really believe in anymore and the sweet syllable of long gone childreen rhymes.
The sweat shines on his father’s brow while he mowes the lawn, silently humming over the fresh scent of summer, laughter and the sense of water, merrily lapping in the meadow.
He leaves late at night, his mother's embrace clinging to him like a blanket and Ianto doesn’t stopp until he’s back at the dark and silent Hub, breathing in the sense of home.
*****
And the lyrics:
Say Goodbye by Sanctus Real
So say goodbye
'cause you'll be leaving soon
I know it's hard,
and I'll be missing you
I know it's time to say goodbye
I know the road, has worn You down
You never broke,
you always held your ground
But now it's time to say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
And though you're gone
I remember now the time we shared,
Your words still ring out
You're never far,
you're in my heart
Someday we'll meet again
'Cause that's how the story goes
It's so hard to say goodbye
Say goodbye
Author: yanjara
Character/Pairing: Ianto
Rating: G
words: 175
Summary: (Prompt: Home, for my Torchwood 101 prompt sheet)
Visiting the past...
Disclaimer: If I could, I would, but sadly I don’t
Author’s note: First one for my Prompts, also first Torchwood ff ever
Home
Upon entering his mother wraps her arms around him, shaking fingers tightening on the back of his neatly pressed suit, overwhelming him with the smell of boiled cabbage and dusty sweat, calling him ‚Ianto! Ianto!’ like a spell or a prayer.
At dinner his greatgrandfather inquieres, over the cluttering of silver on family china, about that London’ lass of his and the ensuing silence makes it hard to breath over the fog of unspoken regrets.
The night he sleeps in his old room staring over the freshly dusted shelves, stocked with the remnants of a childhood he can’t really believe in anymore and the sweet syllable of long gone childreen rhymes.
The sweat shines on his father’s brow while he mowes the lawn, silently humming over the fresh scent of summer, laughter and the sense of water, merrily lapping in the meadow.
He leaves late at night, his mother's embrace clinging to him like a blanket and Ianto doesn’t stopp until he’s back at the dark and silent Hub, breathing in the sense of home.
*****
And the lyrics:
Say Goodbye by Sanctus Real
So say goodbye
'cause you'll be leaving soon
I know it's hard,
and I'll be missing you
I know it's time to say goodbye
I know the road, has worn You down
You never broke,
you always held your ground
But now it's time to say goodbye
Say goodbye
Say goodbye
And though you're gone
I remember now the time we shared,
Your words still ring out
You're never far,
you're in my heart
Someday we'll meet again
'Cause that's how the story goes
It's so hard to say goodbye
Say goodbye