Cyberwoman in the Basement
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sariagrayTitle: Cyberwoman in the Basement
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sariagray
Characters/Pairings: Ianto, OCs
Rating: G
Word Count: 173
Spoilers: Cyberwoman, but assume the whole series.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, its characters, or anything else with which it may be involved.
Author’s Note: Autumn nights are making me melancholy and nostalgic and romantic. I apologize in advance. This just wouldn't leave me alone, and I was desperately trying to get to sleep! Also, I should probably have my iTunes revoked. Immediately.
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full
And sank in the burrows of my keep
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
“Pale September” Fiona Apple
Full song can be heard here.
Ianto sat peaceably in the warm glow of a well-stoked fire. The autumn evening had been chilly, tempting him to pursue the cozy plush chair of the local café and the creamy hot cocoa currently holding vigil by his side. They hit him the most in autumn, these moments when he wanted to be alone but not lonely, driving him to private musings in public places.
Over the clatter of milk pitchers hitting steam wands, clanking porcelain cups, and hushed mumblings, he caught hold of voices that were straining against the bonds of decorum.
“I know, Sean. I do. But I love Jon, and I promised I would stand by him.”
“He isn’t who you think he is. He doesn’t treat you right.”
“He’s not the monster you think he is.”
“Fine. If that’s what you want.”
As he gazed into the flickering flames, the realization cascaded over him like welcome waves over a desert; everyone has a cyberwoman in the basement, but not everyone has a Captain who refuses to admit defeat.
Author:
sariagray Characters/Pairings: Ianto, OCs
Rating: G
Word Count: 173
Spoilers: Cyberwoman, but assume the whole series.
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood, its characters, or anything else with which it may be involved.
Author’s Note: Autumn nights are making me melancholy and nostalgic and romantic. I apologize in advance. This just wouldn't leave me alone, and I was desperately trying to get to sleep! Also, I should probably have my iTunes revoked. Immediately.
My heart went cold and only hollow rhythms resounded from within
But then he rose, brilliant as the moon in full
And sank in the burrows of my keep
And all my armour falling down, in a pile at my feet
And my winter giving way to warm, as I'm singing him to sleep
“Pale September” Fiona Apple
Full song can be heard here.
Cyberwoman in the Basement
Ianto sat peaceably in the warm glow of a well-stoked fire. The autumn evening had been chilly, tempting him to pursue the cozy plush chair of the local café and the creamy hot cocoa currently holding vigil by his side. They hit him the most in autumn, these moments when he wanted to be alone but not lonely, driving him to private musings in public places.
Over the clatter of milk pitchers hitting steam wands, clanking porcelain cups, and hushed mumblings, he caught hold of voices that were straining against the bonds of decorum.
“I know, Sean. I do. But I love Jon, and I promised I would stand by him.”
“He isn’t who you think he is. He doesn’t treat you right.”
“He’s not the monster you think he is.”
“Fine. If that’s what you want.”
As he gazed into the flickering flames, the realization cascaded over him like welcome waves over a desert; everyone has a cyberwoman in the basement, but not everyone has a Captain who refuses to admit defeat.
End
