Since I know at least two TW peeps read this...

[axeslade]

Tell me someone has written a fic about Ianto being the one who was all undead instead of Owen as was originally intended. Well-written would be preferrable, of course.

Because I need to see that. But I don't trust myself to write it if it's not already out there.

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[stuffphile.livejournal.com]

Oh. Now I remember. I did write a drabble about that. I could post it if you'd like to see it.

[axeslade.livejournal.com]

Yes, please!

Oh, and while I'm here--just wrote 700-ish words of Jack/Estelle that needs a looksee if you're able and willing.

I would NOT post this otherwise. Ahem.

[stuffphile.livejournal.com]

Jack watches him from shadowed doorways. Ianto isn't meant to see him, or perhaps he is. It feels like an age since such things meant anything; intent, desires, wishes. One day, he looks up at Jack, caught in the doorway. Their eyes meet, but all the feelings that can be told with a glance will never breach this wall that silence has built between them. Sometimes he just looks up, sidelong, and thinks about putting his head on Jack's shoulder. Jack would hold him, warm, strong hands on his back, and he'd understand, maybe, that Ianto doesn't blame him for this. Because I loved you, and it will never matter ever again. The warmth of Jack's living flesh would be wasted on him. He turns his eyes away.

Regret? Gwen's crying at her desk when he passes by. He regrets that.


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It's down to my embarassing penchant for melodrama.

And yes, always happy to help out. Send it along. :)

Re: I would NOT post this otherwise. Ahem.

[axeslade.livejournal.com]

Ohh. Damn.

Right, it's heading out as we speak.