I just love these boys and the way you write them - even set adrift in Victorian London the voices are just perfect in tone.
They are each a mass of contradictions - Owen, dark & dangerous, damaged & desperate (oops! accidental alliteration) - Ianto, confused yet calm, (yikes, I can’t stop) and determinedly kind.
"you’re all that I’ve got to convince me that I’m not some psychotic cunt who’s always lived in this time period. I’m scared, Ianto, and if you keep walking away from me then I don’t think I’ll make it until we can go home. I’m too fucking close to breaking, you must know that.”
His grip is hurting; Ianto can feel where it’ll leave bruises later. “I don’t know, Owen,” he says quietly. “I don’t know, ok?”
He doesn’t say I don’t even know if you can make this better, because he’ll never be that cruel."
It's all in the text. Oh and I found the sex unsettling, well erotic. Must re-read to try to figure out why exactly! ;-)
WHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! *dances a happy dance*
OK, I'll always be a Janto fangirl at heart, but Owen/Ianto is just so damn GOOD. The plot was absolutely gorgeous and you had me hooked through the entire thing. You know, for about half of this I was telling myself, "Oh, they'll get back." and then I realised that, being a paperclipbitch fic, they actually might not.
*cough*
That IS supposed to be a compliment. Just to make it clear :D x
Wow....I completely loved it. You characterisation of Ianto was brilliant through out, and poor broken Owen too. I completely adored their interaction. Thanks so much! :D
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They are each a mass of contradictions - Owen, dark & dangerous, damaged & desperate (oops! accidental alliteration) - Ianto, confused yet calm, (yikes, I can’t stop) and determinedly kind.
"you’re all that I’ve got to convince me that I’m not some psychotic cunt who’s always lived in this time period. I’m scared, Ianto, and if you keep walking away from me then I don’t think I’ll make it until we can go home. I’m too fucking close to breaking, you must know that.”
His grip is hurting; Ianto can feel where it’ll leave bruises later. “I don’t know, Owen,” he says quietly. “I don’t know, ok?”
He doesn’t say I don’t even know if you can make this better, because he’ll never be that cruel."
It's all in the text. Oh and I found the sex unsettling, well erotic. Must re-read to try to figure out why exactly! ;-)
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i like this a lot!
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*dances a happy dance*
OK, I'll always be a Janto fangirl at heart, but Owen/Ianto is just so damn GOOD. The plot was absolutely gorgeous and you had me hooked through the entire thing.
You know, for about half of this I was telling myself, "Oh, they'll get back." and then I realised that, being a paperclipbitch fic, they actually might not.
*cough*
That IS supposed to be a compliment. Just to make it clear :D x
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You characterisation of Ianto was brilliant through out, and poor broken Owen too. I completely adored their interaction.
Thanks so much! :D
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