@goldxnwarriors sent in: Jack is just gonna come here and kiss him.
Good, because Ianto is going to happily accept that kiss, and allow it to drag on because he needs to be kissed by a man like Jack.
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goldxnwarriors: j. harkness.
Jack noticed that Ianto had disappeared before anyone else, and with the day approaching he knew why. He wasn’t going to bring it up to the others, instead he quietly went looking for wherever the man had gone off to. It took some time to find exactly where he had hid, but he was found.
He walked over and knelt down in front of Ianto, gently pulling his hands away from his face before curling one hand around his cheek. He brushed some tears away and gave him a gentle smile. “Could ask you the same thing. It’s coming up fast, huh?”
He fought so hard not to rest his cheek in Jack’s hand. Instead, he momentarily closed his eyes to relish the comfort before re-opening them to look at his boss. “I come here to clear my thoughts.” He admitted truthfully: “Most don’t come down here, you don’t exactly come down here, so I use that advantage to be alone with myself. It’s more spacious now without that conversion unit.”
Then a few more tears welled up and spilled down his cheeks, his lips pursed together before letting out a weak: “yes.” It took him a moment to speak: “Month away now. Feburary 18th. It’s not easy to forget. I doubt any other survivors such as myself would… forget.”
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goldxnwarriors: j. harkness.
Jack couldn’t help but grin even with a gun pressed up at the bottom of his chin. “Yeah, yeah. Torchwood One business, you said that already. But there’s an alien, who didn’t look very happy might I add, roaming the streets of London.” He arched a brow. “You sure you don’t want any help with that? And you haven’t seen me flirting just yet, not for real anyway.”
“Well, that alien shouldn’t have had a tantrum during the exchange.” Ianto said as he reluctantly puts his gun away. “It was all going so well until Tommy had to open his mouth.” Instead of the gun pointing at the stranger, Ianto pointed his index finger right in the man’s face without a moment of hesitation: “What you’re going to do for me is to stay put. And I don’t care for whatever flirting you can bring to the table, big guy.” The finger Ianto was pointing at him soon prodded at the guy’s chest.
Firm. What? No, none of those thoughts. Ianto yanked his hand away and stepped back. “Look. You probably mean well, but I am not putting some rando in danger. I will need to inform Yvonne or deal with it myself…” He reached towards his black earpiece; an easier way to communicate to Yvonne or any other Torchwood One members. But he stopped and eyed at him, hesitating: “Hypothetically, if someone does ask you to help, what can you do? Shoot? Tackle? Strategize? Use your incredibly white teeth to blind your enemies?”
@goldxnwarriors sent in: “ sorry, i misunderstood your intention when you pushed me against the wall.” jack,,,,,, ( accepting! )
“——listen, this is none of your business, this is torchwood london’s business, so i advise you to quit it and shut your trap.” He tried to ignore this feeling unravelling inside him in favour of adding authority in his tone. “and you know my intention - so stop with the flirting.”
@goldxnwarriors sent in: comforting from jack ( accepting! )
He’d been in the sub-basement for some time now - he just needed some time to think, but soon he got emotional and needed the extra space away from his co-workers. He silently wept to himself; hands pressed to his face, over his eyes, so he could cry into them. Lisa. Yvonne. Tommy. Kieran. It’s getting so closer to the day that Canary Wharf fell: “cybermen - stupid, stupid cybermen.” He mutters to himself, unaware nor even really focusing on his surroundings. The idea of his boss looking for him never occurred to him. “...?” But then he felt hands on his wrists being softly pulled away, and then fingers just cradling his cheeks; a thumb wiping away the tears trickling down his cheeks.
Ianto blinks, the few tears that were trapped between his eyelashes fell, and Ianto looked and stared at Jack. “wh-what are you doing down here?”
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goldxnwarriors: himbo farm god.
Jack grinned, ready to tease Ianto more as they continued back on the path to their farms. He was momentarily shocked when the other farmer kissed him, telling him to shut up. He didn’t stay surprised for long and quickly found himself kissing back, one of his hands coming to rest at the back of Ianto’s neck. A tiny bit of disappointment was felt when the other pulled away and apologized. He only grinned and pulled him back for another kiss.
The panic lessens at the sight of that dashing grin, and soon he found himself feeling those lips again. He never felt like this before - not with another man. “Jack.” But Ianto can't deny the attraction and admiration he felt towards him. He also can’t deny that it felt so fucking good to kiss him. Ianto found himself smiling against Jack’s lips. Them, kissing behind a tree, a bit away from home. It sounded a bit scandalous, but thrilling, so god-damn thrilling.
Finally, Ianto pulls back again, but their faces were still inches away. He presses his forehead softly against Jack’s, fighting the urge to not be so shy after such a kiss as he looks into his eyes.
“Is it… a good time to tell you that I like you?”
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goldxnwarriors: himbo farm god.
Jack was seconds away from shooting a comment back at him when he was pulled off the path and into the trees. His back hit the tree and a finger was pressed to his lips before he could react. Listening to the sounds of the forest and whatever was on the path behind them fading away, Jack’s attention was then brought back to Ianto and just how close they were. “You just wanted to get me alone in the dark, huh?”
You hear that? It’s his heart drumming in his ears, loud and clear, as he couldn’t stop staring at him. Yearning to press closer, Ianto fought against it for a moment before Jack said that to him. You just wanted to get me alone in the dark, huh? That was the final straw. Ianto pushed his lips against his: “shut up.” The Welshman murmurs against them, familiarizing himself with Jack’s lips, before that surge of panic surfaced and he snapped back. “Shit, I’m sorry-”
@goldxnwarriors sent in: “ don’t panic , but i’m pretty sure we’re being followed . ”- jack
“——oh, you mention that now?!” Ianto practically whisper-yelled at him before dragging Jack suddenly ( & without warning ) off the path and over to the trees. Ianto eventually presses Jack against one of the trees, a finger pushed to his lips in a way to tell him to hush the fuck up. Time ticks on, and nothing happened. He heard something, but it soon faded away. “okay. I think we’re…” He looked at Jack and registered their closeness: “...good.” Oh.
sticky situations sentence starters. / accepting.
@goldxnwarriors sent in: “ i’ll try to find us somewhere to spend the night . ”- jack
“——there’s a motel a couple of blocks from here, saw it on the way here.” Ianto pointed where he’d seen the building. “we rent one of the rooms, and then from there on we just plan on what we do next, yeah?”
sticky situations sentence starters. / accepting.
@goldxnwarriors sent in: “ are you bleeding ?? ”- jack
“——doesn’t matter, what matters is the fella that we had an eye on for that artefact was armed; he seemed too paranoid, no, is paranoid if he needs a gun with him.” Ianto uncovered his wound with his hand; blood dripping down his side, absolutely staining his white shirt. “i hate blood stains, what i hate the most is bullet wounds in my shirts.” He rather joke, ignoring the fear in favour of his sarcastic humour. He presses his hand again, applying pressure to his wound. “i’ll be fine. not the first, nor the last, fuck, ow, ow, ow.”
sticky situations sentence starters. / accepting.
@goldxnwarriors sent in: ❌
“——i regret dating rachel allen, in the end she was manipulative, ended up killing people, even pippa, all for her own agenda for her father. kieran got his heart broken ‘cos she deliberately got dave killed.”
Send my muse an ❌ for them to say one regret that they have. / accepting.
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goldxnwarriors: jack predictable harkness.
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Jack knew he would have questions to answer when he got back to the Hub, but right now he can’t face them. Too afraid to look them in the eyes after that damn dream. He watched them die and there was nothing he could do to stop it, to save them.
Ianto was on his way up to the roof of the building he currently stood on. Part of him was anxious about having to face him right now, another just felt guilt over making Ianto worry that he was leaving them again, and the rest just wanted to hold him and never let go.
“It’s not a bad view up here.”
God-damn bastard, Ianto thought to himself as he stood there in the elevator. “You think he’ll get creative and start standing somewhere else that isn’t a tall building. He’s getting predictable.” He murmurs to himself. “However, you just got to be so predictable and be on the tallest building in Cardiff.”
Finally, Ianto is there, seeing Jack and the wind pushing against his great coat. “Suppose it isn’t.” He stops to straighten his tie before approaching him. Ianto stares at him, frowning. “View aside. What’s wrong?”
@goldxnwarriors sent in: “ hey, i got you . ”- jack
“——it hurts so fucking much, jack.” Immortal or not, Ianto never wanted to have a death in Jack’s arms, yet here he was, feeling the black spots invade his vision. The Welshman cried out in pain. The blood spilled from his wounds; bullet wounds. The Government turned on them.
found family prompts. / accepting.
@goldxnwarriors sent in: “ i’m not going anywhere . ”- jack
“——good, because i want you to stay, here, with me. if you’re okay with that.”
found family prompts. / accepting.
@goldxnwarriors sent in: “ i’m going to prank Mary, do you want to help me ? ”- grace causing chaos for her girlfriend
“——suppose i can help you with a bit of a prank, i do have some time before i’m needed again.” Ianto added after taking a quick glimpse of his watch.
found family prompts. / accepting.
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goldxnwarriors: a stranger.
She watched the man curiously, he was dressed in a strange fashion and used words she didn’t understand. A rift, what an odd thing.. Katsa’s eyes moved to the strange tablet he held, a clipboard. “That wasn’t what I meant, sir. I asked what a year is. I cannot answer your question when I do not know what it is you want to know.”
Katsa’s eyes moved to the walls around them. “Are these meant to be buildings of some sort? They’re so tall, I can hardly see the sky.”
"Oh, well, I think that’s a first.” Ianto mutters to himself, quickly jotting another thing down. “Silly me. Well, for example: it’s 2008. That’s the year that you’re in. It takes up around 365 days to make up a year. You must have some kind of system to figure out what date it is. Though, I’m going to take a guess that you’re from the Medieval times. Perhaps further than that, since you have no idea what a year is.”
Ianto stopped to look up before returning his attention to her. “Yes, you’re correct. They are buildings. You’re in an alleyway. Where were you before you came here?”
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Katsa turned away from him to take a closer step towards the wall of one of the buildings nearby. Her fingers trailed over the wall, searching for any cracks or anything that could indicate a door. “Only if you answer mine, I believe that’s fair.” She couldn’t find a way that the wall could lead into the cave she had just been in moments before. “Starting with where the cave opening is.”
The Lady turned back to him, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword out of habit rather than because she felt unsafe. “What’s that?”
The pen he held was used as a pointer as he pointed at the wall. “No “cave” opening. You actually came through what we call a rift. It either snatched you or you walked through it without realizing what it was.” Ianto answered her question. Might as well, since she was obviously confused and out of her time.
“This?” He held the clipboard. His eyes travelling down to where her hand had moved too. Armed? Hm. “Clipboard, just wood with a piece of paper.” He stated. “Now, since I’ve answered your question, you can answer mine: what year do you think you’re in, that and what day too.” As Ianto waited for an answer, the Welshman quickly jotted things down with his pen.