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Title: Measuring the world
Author: yanjara
Character/Pairing: Ianto
Rating: G
Words: 200
Spoiler: factual spoilers for 2x09
Summary: (Prompt: Eyes, for my Torchwood 101 prompt sheet)
Ianto grows up watching the world protuding ...
Disclaimer: If I could, I would, but sadly I don’t
Author’s note: I really have to thank the writers sometimes for giving us such magnifcent crumbs
Measuring the world
“You have to pay attention to the way a person moves, does he take big strides or are his hips moving in tact with every step.”
His father’s voice is calm and quiet, pleasant but not obtrusive , when he moves between cloth and customer like a shadow and at nine years age he’s afraid to take his eyes off him, fearing he could vanish within one strong glimpse of sunlight.
“Are their hips thin or wide, their movements tight, efficient or robotic…”
His father’s taller than most, but he never crouches, he simply fades into the background as easily as an unused suit. When an unknown customer arrives, Ianto grips his father’s hand tighter, willing him to become somehow more real.
“Not to notice something is never excusable, all you have, Ianto, are your hands and eyes. You measure the world with a glance, you shape it with a touch.”
Ianto’s father is a master tailor, just like his grandfather and great-grandfather and he grows up watching the world outside protuding, measuring it with his eyes, longing to shape it with his hands.
Ianto holds his father’s hand while he fades away. He won’t make the same mistake.
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"Ode To My Family" by The Cranberries
Understand the things I say, don't turn away from me,
'Cause I've spent half my life out there, you wouldn't disagree.
Do you see me? Do you see? Do you like me?
Do you like me standing there? Do you notice?
Do you know? Do you see me? Do you see me?
Does anyone care?
Unhappiness where's when I was young,
And we didn't give a damn,
'Cause we were raised,
To see life as fun and take it if we can.
My mother, my mother,
She hold me, she hold me, when I was out there.
My father, my father,
He liked me, oh, he liked me. Does anyone care?
Understand what I've become, it wasn't my design.
And people ev'rywhere think, something better than I am.
But I miss you, I miss, 'cause I liked it,
'Cause I liked it, when I was out there. Do you know this?
Do you know you did not find me. You did not find.
Does anyone care?
Unhappiness where's when I was young,
And we didn't give a damn,
'Cause we were raised,
To see life as fun and take it if we can.
My mother, my mother,
She hold me, she hold me, when I was out there.
My father, my father,
He liked me, oh, he liked me.
Does anyone care?
Author: yanjara
Character/Pairing: Ianto
Rating: G
Words: 200
Spoiler: factual spoilers for 2x09
Summary: (Prompt: Eyes, for my Torchwood 101 prompt sheet)
Ianto grows up watching the world protuding ...
Disclaimer: If I could, I would, but sadly I don’t
Author’s note: I really have to thank the writers sometimes for giving us such magnifcent crumbs
Measuring the world
“You have to pay attention to the way a person moves, does he take big strides or are his hips moving in tact with every step.”
His father’s voice is calm and quiet, pleasant but not obtrusive , when he moves between cloth and customer like a shadow and at nine years age he’s afraid to take his eyes off him, fearing he could vanish within one strong glimpse of sunlight.
“Are their hips thin or wide, their movements tight, efficient or robotic…”
His father’s taller than most, but he never crouches, he simply fades into the background as easily as an unused suit. When an unknown customer arrives, Ianto grips his father’s hand tighter, willing him to become somehow more real.
“Not to notice something is never excusable, all you have, Ianto, are your hands and eyes. You measure the world with a glance, you shape it with a touch.”
Ianto’s father is a master tailor, just like his grandfather and great-grandfather and he grows up watching the world outside protuding, measuring it with his eyes, longing to shape it with his hands.
Ianto holds his father’s hand while he fades away. He won’t make the same mistake.
----
"Ode To My Family" by The Cranberries
Understand the things I say, don't turn away from me,
'Cause I've spent half my life out there, you wouldn't disagree.
Do you see me? Do you see? Do you like me?
Do you like me standing there? Do you notice?
Do you know? Do you see me? Do you see me?
Does anyone care?
Unhappiness where's when I was young,
And we didn't give a damn,
'Cause we were raised,
To see life as fun and take it if we can.
My mother, my mother,
She hold me, she hold me, when I was out there.
My father, my father,
He liked me, oh, he liked me. Does anyone care?
Understand what I've become, it wasn't my design.
And people ev'rywhere think, something better than I am.
But I miss you, I miss, 'cause I liked it,
'Cause I liked it, when I was out there. Do you know this?
Do you know you did not find me. You did not find.
Does anyone care?
Unhappiness where's when I was young,
And we didn't give a damn,
'Cause we were raised,
To see life as fun and take it if we can.
My mother, my mother,
She hold me, she hold me, when I was out there.
My father, my father,
He liked me, oh, he liked me.
Does anyone care?