Use It in a Sentence; Week Two

[sariagray]

Title: Use It in A Sentence; Week 2
Author: sariagray 
Characters: Jack, Ianto, Gwen, Rhys, Tosh, Owen
Word Count: Between 100-200 words for each drabble; 7 drabbles.
Rating: G-R
Warnings: Some hints at spoilers for the whole series. Implied sexual activity. Unbeta'd so if you're feeling adventurous, go ahead and find the mistakes I've "hidden" throughout.
Disclaimer: This is solely for amusement. Torchwood and all it entails is owned by men and women far better than I. They make the money. I just get to play in their sandbox.
Author’s Note: Mistress Saria Gray here with your weekly vocabulary lesson. This week's words can all be found here. Pay close attention, as there will be a quiz later. Enjoy! 

Previous Weeks: Week One. 

 

Use It in a Sentence
Week Two

Eddy: A current of water or air running contrary to the main current; especially : a circular current : whirlpool; also something moving similarly. “The strong gusts whipped up eddies of fallen leaves.”
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     There is a breath, small and timid, that floats against the normal draught of air. It is warm as a soft, wafting breeze from the Mediterranean, lost in its futile search for home.
     This miniscule zephyr is inconsequential, really, except that it is the most important thing in his world. The hesitant draft caresses the tiniest expanse of skin on his temple; he breathes, too, a heaving sigh to release the burgeoning tension. The currents mingle, dance together with a gentle cautiousness, then continue on their journey as a strengthened front.
     Normally, it is the torrent of a pained gasp that slams against his face, alerts him to urgent action with its weighted cacophony. The violence preceding the casualty seems to coincide with the release of breath; this particular instance had been relatively swift and peaceful. Still, it shocks him more than any pummeling exhale ever could.
     “Welcome back,” he whispers as eyelids flutter open and dry lips are pressed chastely, reassuringly, to his tear-damp cheek.

 

Hie: To go quickly : hasten; to cause (oneself) to go quickly. “Every autumn, we hie ourselves down to the county fair for a day of greasy food and entertainment.”
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     “Less than ten minutes,” Ianto informed after casting a furtive glance toward the clock on the wall.
     “Hmmm.”
     Normally, he would’ve basked in the attention his ear and throat were receiving. But right now, they had a tight schedule to which they absolutely had to adhere. And he was hell-bent that Jack finish what he had so brazenly started.
     “Jack.” A warning tone followed by another glance. “Nine minutes and eighteen seconds.”
     Jack smirked, offered another gentle bite to Ianto’s ear, and made a show of complying with the strained warnings by sinking gracefully to his knees.
     Ianto felt Jack’s warm fingers undoing the belt buckle, heard the soft clink of metal against metal, and sighed in relief.
     There was a clang of alarm bells as a soft, feminine voice called out a cheerful “Morning!” Jack looked up at Ianto with a combination of shock, sympathy, and amusement.
     “Fuck!” Ianto growled before adjusting his tie and pushing himself off of the desk.
     “Later,” Jack promised, grinning.
   
 

Outlandish: Of or relating to another country : foreign; strikingly out of the ordinary : bizarre; exceeding proper or reasonable limits or standards; remote from civilization. “The author’s award-winning novels are noted for their lush, fantastical settings and outlandish characters.”
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     Despite carrying his own weight in winter wear, Ianto was chilled to the bone. The blinding squall of snow had abruptly halted their journey.
     “Coffee?” he asked once everyone had gathered around, huddling for warmth.
     “You didn’t…no!” Gwen gasped in surprise through the thick muffler covering her mouth.
     Ianto merely raised an eyebrow as he withdrew a large flask from his pack.
     Barking out a laugh, Owen grabbed for it greedily, taking a huge mouthful.
     “Good enough,” he begrudgingly admitted and handed the container off to Tosh.
     Her eyelids closed softly in pleasure as she sipped. She reluctantly passed it to Gwen, who hastily tugged off her muffler and rivaled Owen’s gulp.
     “Feels almost like home,” Tosh whispered as the flask was passed back to Ianto.
     “Cold miserable weather, us lost, Owen complaining, and coffee. Exactly like home,” Ianto deadpanned.
     Owen mumbled something that sounded like “Bloody Himalayas” before taking the coffee again. Then again, with the howling wind, it could also have been “My Precious.”
 

Peculation: Embezzlement. “The employee's peculation might never have been discovered had he not misdirected an e-mail intended for his bookie to the company bookkeeper.”
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     Ianto sat in the archives with five sheets of paper and quite the compendium of receipts. Expense reports had become his self-proclaimed duty ever since he watched Jack sign off on a fake claim that included “Pterodactyl House” and “TARDIS.”
     Starting with the most daunting of the pile, he evaluated with meticulous care. One receipt for what he could only guess was lubricant (or a very poorly-named marinade). Another from the off-license. An outrageous dry-cleaning bill. A printed order confirmation for something that might have been porn. A charge for a rather posh hotel room.
     He chuckled to himself. Apparently Owen had forgotten (again) that Jack was no longer signing off on expenses. Ianto was preparing to gleefully scrawl “Denied” across the top when he finally glanced at the name printed there. He stared at the paper for a good long while before noticing the tiny script at the bottom that read, “Pick you up at 7?”
     “Approved,” he wrote instead and left the document on Jack’s desk.

Farraginous: Consisting of a confused mixture : formed of various materials in no fixed order or arrangement. “The large box at the hotel’s lost and found desk contained a farraginous assortment of hats, umbrellas, cell phones, and other personal items.”

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     Artifacts; Earth: Prehistoric, Ages (Stone, Copper, Bronze, Iron), Ancient (Mesopotamia, Rome, Greece, et al), Medieval, etc. (up to and including the end of the Universe); Extraterrestrial: See also – Files [All]. Files; Personnel, Residents, Occurrences, Known Species/Locations, Other. Also; Occasional food wrappers and other bits of rubbish marking the years like a sample of the earth’s crust. Lazy sods, the lot of them. Aa-Aj, Aj-Am, Am-Az.
     Somewhere in there was that bit on the Amorphi. Secretly, he wished that they were Italians who changed shape after falling in love, but doubted that the race would be so succinctly named. They never were. And if what Jack had implied held true, it would be rather far off the mark.
     As he perused, he felt a warm hand graze the small of his back. Turning, he met affectionate eyes and a soft smile.
     Heart and/or All Common Sense; Lost. See also - Files [Personnel; Captain Jack Harkness; Known Associates and Partners] and [Personnel; Ianto Jones].
     Must’ve gotten buried in all of the bloody discarded food wrappers. No other explanation for it, really.

 

Renovate: To restore to a former better state (as by cleaning, repairing, or rebuilding): to restore to life, vigor, or activity : revive. “Mom renovated the kitchen three years ago, and is now planning to buy all new furniture for the living room.”
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     Rhys had been trying since long before their wedding to convince Gwen to move to a nice, proper house. No mansion or anything like that, just a simple place to call their own where they could raise a family, have a dog and a bit of a balustrade. A suitable kitchen, too; he wasn’t asking for stainless steel gourmet, just enough room to cut up vegetables while getting the pan hot.
     Torchwood cemented Gwen’s refusal, of course. His family argument was completely annihilated with a frustrated look and Gwen didn’t care much for kitchens (and why should she? He did all the bloody cooking!)
     It wasn’t until after they were wed that her mind began to change; she had come home saying something about screaming. She looked right awful, too, all pale face and drawn eyes. Whatever had gotten to her had turned her mind to settling somewhere more permanent than their little flat.
     “Right, then,” Rhys had said, trying not to sound gleeful as he reviewed the listings. “Will we be converting any rooms to weapons storage?”

Jawboning: The use of public appeals (as by a president) to influence the actions especially of business and labor leaders; broadly : the use of spoken persuasion. “The debate included a lot of jawboning as each candidate tried to persuade voters to see the issues his way.”
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     “You owe me.”
     “Oh?”
     “Yeah, that whole business shooting me, remember that?”
     “And you think I’ll be able to get you what you want?”
     “Well,” Gwen interrupted hesitantly, “you and he…well…right?”
     “And how is that going to help?”
     Owen scowled. “Are you being dense on purpose?”
     “No, Owen, I’m not. I just don’t see how offering him something he takes freely is going to help you.”
     “Ianto has a point,” Tosh conceded.
     “Well, you could threaten to withhold,” Gwen suggested.
     “Because that won’t be dangerous. Not at all.”
     Owen gruffly nodded his agreement and shoved his hands in his pockets.
     “Something new and innovative, then?”
     “He gets new and innovative all of the time,” Ianto informed with a hint of pride.
     “Well, what the bloody hell do you suggest?”
     Ianto casually raked his hand through his hair.
     “I’ll just ask him tonight. Coffee is simply not going to get us a day off.”
     They all gawked at him as he gave a knowing little smile and walked back to the archives.

 

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