What Am I Getting Myself Into?

[sariagray]

Stolen from eldarwannabe.

The first five people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing (that I know). In return, they have to may choose to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

(My ability level has not been officially measured, btw).

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[fluffygremlin.livejournal.com]

Commenting!

Ianto/Tosh friendship fic, por favor!

Gift

[sariagray.livejournal.com]

Ianto settled himself into the second bedroom that Toshiko had converted into a home office. The computer terminal connected directly to Torchwood’s software, and there were bits and bobs of tech (all approved for removal, she had assured him hastily when she had shown him the room) covering every surface.

He stretched his fingers in preparation to type his report. He glanced through the pages of notes he had taken during his interview with Tosh; she was handling this all better than he anticipated (better than you did, his inner voice mocked). He rolled his shoulders and his eyes fell on an old wooden case with glass doors.

It seemed out of place amidst the shiny grey metal technology. He stood and walked over to investigate.

Inside the case stood row after row of figures, some animal and some human. They were intricately carved, the red-brown of well worn wood or the creamy yellow of ivory.

“They’re netsuke,” he heard Tosh whisper and he turned to look at her. The throw from the sofa was draped around her shoulders and she was clutching the mug of brandied coffee he’d left her with.

“They’re beautiful,” he said and she nodded.

She moved forward and opened the case, and removed one of the figures, her small fingers careful and graceful. She held it up to the light.

“My grandfather carved this one.”

It was a snake, hooded like a cobra and coiled around itself. The ivory was smooth, but there were faint lines where the skin had been detailed. It was poised as though ready to strike at any moment. Tosh took Ianto’s hand and placed the figure in the center; it was heavy in his palm. He looked at her curiously.

“To keep the rats away,” she said, and closed his fingers around it.

Re: Gift

[fluffygremlin.livejournal.com]

Thank you! That's just lovely.