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invisible_lift) wrote2008-02-16 09:02 am
invisible_lift) wrote2008-02-16 09:02 am
Entry tags:
Drabble: "Death"
Title: "Death"
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: None
Rating: PG
Notes/Summary: Kill Ianto enough and sooner or later he's going to notice. #30 on the prompt table. Ironically, this piece requires no warnings...
Sometimes, Ianto dreams about his own death. Well, deaths, really. It’s like he’s being killed over and over again. Gunshot, old age, plagues and poisons alien and terrestrial, hypothermia, torture…
It’s an endless string of scenarios, each part of some arbitrary narrative. He wonders if it means anything, if his death is supposed to serve some greater purpose, but it’s dangerous to get too sentimental when your job puts you in the line of fire almost daily.
He touches a small picture of a hearse on his way out the door, and makes a new list of things to finish.
Disclaimer: Being a bloke who likes to slash pretty men doesn't make me RTD, I don't work for the BBC, and as much as I might like to, I don't own Jack or Ianto or any part of Torchwood. I do, however, order pizza under that name on principle.
Pairings: None
Rating: PG
Notes/Summary: Kill Ianto enough and sooner or later he's going to notice. #30 on the prompt table. Ironically, this piece requires no warnings...
Sometimes, Ianto dreams about his own death. Well, deaths, really. It’s like he’s being killed over and over again. Gunshot, old age, plagues and poisons alien and terrestrial, hypothermia, torture…
It’s an endless string of scenarios, each part of some arbitrary narrative. He wonders if it means anything, if his death is supposed to serve some greater purpose, but it’s dangerous to get too sentimental when your job puts you in the line of fire almost daily.
He touches a small picture of a hearse on his way out the door, and makes a new list of things to finish.