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Another Thank You
Mar. 6th, 2011 02:02 pmThanks to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xrai_namere for the headphones! *bops head to music* You are awesome, too! *hugs*
xrai_namere for the headphones! *bops head to music* You are awesome, too! *hugs* Mar. 6th, 2011
Title: Consumed
Author:sariagray
Characters/Pairings: Rhys, Gwen, Owen, Tosh, Andy, Jack, Ianto. Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, hints at Owen/Tosh and Andy/Gwen (unrequited)
Word Count: ~1500
Rating: R
Spoilers: No specific spoilers, though brief mentions of Cyberwoman and Countrycide. Takes place some point in Season 2, prior to Reset.
Warning: Lovelorn angst. Lots of alcohol. Language. Sexual implications. Also, unbeta'd and posted super-fast, so feel free to point out any mistakes, please and thank you!
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. I do not make money off of Torchwood. In fact, it seems as though Torchwood owns and makes money off of ME. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Summary: A night of drinking and solitude.
Author’s Note: I was in a mood. So I went looking for poems in which to wallow and I found Beer by Charles Bukowski. Of course I did. Then this happened. And I’m still in a mood. Catharsis, my ass.
( ...and beer is all there is. )
Author:
sariagray Characters/Pairings: Rhys, Gwen, Owen, Tosh, Andy, Jack, Ianto. Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, hints at Owen/Tosh and Andy/Gwen (unrequited)
Word Count: ~1500
Rating: R
Spoilers: No specific spoilers, though brief mentions of Cyberwoman and Countrycide. Takes place some point in Season 2, prior to Reset.
Warning: Lovelorn angst. Lots of alcohol. Language. Sexual implications. Also, unbeta'd and posted super-fast, so feel free to point out any mistakes, please and thank you!
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. I do not make money off of Torchwood. In fact, it seems as though Torchwood owns and makes money off of ME. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Summary: A night of drinking and solitude.
Author’s Note: I was in a mood. So I went looking for poems in which to wallow and I found Beer by Charles Bukowski. Of course I did. Then this happened. And I’m still in a mood. Catharsis, my ass.
( ...and beer is all there is. )
