Chwech: Haunted
[He had spent the last hour just watching the boy.
Coffee skin and eyes like the child's mother. For Ianto it was like the past coming back to haunt him. After being woken by the sound of cries, where he soon discovered that there was no doubting the set of lungs on the toddler, Ianto was now staring at what was once his future, a lifetime ago.
So far Ianto had cleaned the room, explored the nursery, flicked though his journal for information, all to stop looking at the ghost of Lisa in the boy's face.
The boy was now kicking a rugby ball, with all the strength his chubby little legs could muster. Cheek streaked with the remains of a chocolate orange. It was painful to watch but now he'd been forced to see him, he couldn't look away.]
This place really gets into your head, doesn't it?
[Murmurs softly, his voice a little gruff]
Do they have names or do we name them? Does anyone know?
Coffee skin and eyes like the child's mother. For Ianto it was like the past coming back to haunt him. After being woken by the sound of cries, where he soon discovered that there was no doubting the set of lungs on the toddler, Ianto was now staring at what was once his future, a lifetime ago.
So far Ianto had cleaned the room, explored the nursery, flicked though his journal for information, all to stop looking at the ghost of Lisa in the boy's face.
The boy was now kicking a rugby ball, with all the strength his chubby little legs could muster. Cheek streaked with the remains of a chocolate orange. It was painful to watch but now he'd been forced to see him, he couldn't look away.]
This place really gets into your head, doesn't it?
[Murmurs softly, his voice a little gruff]
Do they have names or do we name them? Does anyone know?