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Post by indiansfan01 on Mar 7, 2011 14:57:41 GMT -5
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John was impossible in so many ways. Ianto didn’t know anyone who didn’t want to feel like they fit in somewhere—like they belonged somewhere. And to hear that John didn’t even like sharing a home with Jack for five years made Ianto realize that his quest to help John was useless. Ianto needed to learn when to give up. ”Maybe you weren’t meant to have a home,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. If John didn’t want Ianto to try to help him out than Ianto wasn’t going to continue to try and help him out. It was that simple.
Ianto had to use all of his willpower not to roll his eyes as John said he’d be tempted to find a home if Ianto was offering to be there for him. Abandoning Torchwood to live with John…Yeah, not something Ianto would ever agree to do. As much as Ianto would love to see John happy and settled down somewhere, he didn’t want to be the one to be the cause of John’s happiness or settling down. It was much easier to focus on John’s latter words. ”I never said that I thought you were a monster, sir…Misunderstood, maybe, but certainly no monster.”
Looking out the window at the blessed ground getting closer and closer was interrupted by John’s protestations. Ianto looked back over at his companion, a slight frown on his face. ”He is sitting here right now and can hear everything that you’re saying.” John ranting to a higher power because he hadn’t gotten what he wanted would have been kind of sweet under any other circumstance but not this one. ”And no one is dragging me away from anyone…Well, no one was going to drag me away. I was going to offer to show you my hotel room but I don’t think I feel like watching over a child anymore tonight.”
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notes: =( Poor John...
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Post by nyx on Mar 8, 2011 15:09:57 GMT -5
 John smirked. "Oh, no, that's not right. I was meant to have a home. Was grown to be a good little boy and stay in one place. Serving people actually, imagine! But genetic anomally me. Wouldn't do that if I was paid to." Not that he would have known what payment was, if he hadn't been as he was. If he'd been like the others that he could barely remember...damn, that would have been boring. "I choose not to have a home, love. Don't want no ties." And...that was a double negative. Bollucks.
He cracked a grin, turning once more in a circle before settling into a standing posistion, weight resting on one leg, hip out to the side, and folded his arms over his chest in a natural pose. He liked posing. Or had done, when he'd first learnt about it, but that was ages ago. Not it was just natural. "See, that's why I like you! You're sweet! So sweet it's refreshing!"
He cocked his head to the side, blinking as if suprised. "I know. I'm not blind, Eye Candy," he said with a grin. "I can see you perfectly well, and enjoying the sight." Oh, wait, really? He perked up - that was certainly interesting.
Lowering his voice to a soothing tone, he moved closer, arms outstretched towards him, running his hands up and down the human's arms in a soft, barely there touch. "Oh, love, I didn't mean it. Wasn't being a child. Will be good." No, no, no. That was even crueler, dangling the human in front of him again. John got awfully pouty when he didn't get his own way, even if he had a back up plan in the cute worker of this booth. And the uniform.
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Post by indiansfan01 on Mar 8, 2011 19:36:31 GMT -5
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”Always the rebel, aren’t you?” Ianto could understand the appealing nature of life as a rebel. Doing whatever you wanted to do, instead of doing what others thought you should do…Nothing wrong with that. Ianto could understand that. It was sort of how he had been with his father. He hadn’t been close to that man at all. Weekend trips to the cinema didn’t make up for the five other days of the week. Ianto had been a bit of rebel in his own right towards his father. It was nowhere near the grand scale of John’s rebelliousness, though.
Ianto didn’t want to smile but he couldn’t help it, once again, as John kept on calling him sweet. ”For some reason, I’m finding it hard to believe that you like ‘sweet,’” Ianto said, quite truthfully. Jack certainly wasn’t the definition of sweet and, yet, Jack seemed to be the one person John would ever be capable of loving. Then again, John was going to live for a long time. He couldn’t really be choosy, could he?
Sweet and cute. That was it. Easy on the eyes. Eye Candy. That was all that Ianto knew he was to John. He was just a stupid human that was easy to look at. Ianto didn’t know if he should be glad that that was all he was ever going to be to John or if he should try to convince the other man that he was much more than just ‘Eye Candy.’
The only thing Ianto was sure of right now was that John still wanted oh so desperately to get into his pants. It was almost comical…Okay, it was comical but Ianto wasn’t about to burst out laughing, with John’s temper and all. ”And now you’re just a begging child,” Ianto said, adopting the gentle tone of a parent, as he brushed John’s hands off of his arms. ”The only way I’d even consider it now is if you promised you’ll be good but, if I know anything about you, it’s that your promises mean nothing.”
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notes: That's true...If you want to, in your next post you can have their pod reach the ground and them get off.
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Post by nyx on Mar 9, 2011 14:49:26 GMT -5
"You wouldn't have it any other way," John said, complete with a smirk and a sexy little wink. He didn't think he was a rebel...not really...rebels had to at least acknowledge authority after all, whereas he just didn't. He did like doing the opposite of what he was told though, that was always entertaining. But he generally just did his own thing. Nothing much to it.
"Oh, yeah, love sweet me," he said, nodding seriously, "I'm a real romantic." Uhh...was he? That depended on what planet you were on, really, because different cultures had different definitions of romantic. In some, romantic was killing your parterner during sex. Not that John would mind that, if the sex was brilliant, but it wasn't good there either. So it was a lose lose situation.
It was odd, being in this pod, he seemed to only just realise. Oh, he'd flown plenty of times before, but not trapped in like this, and definately not on this planet. The gravity was making him almost feel drunk, which was a very nice surprise, because his constitution meant he hardly ever got drunk anymore. Especially not on this stinkhole of a planet. He giggled slightly as he peered through the glass, attention pulling away from Eye Candy to watch the lights from below rising up to meet them. Although, he was still paying attention to the human, of course. He wouldn't risk his life in this place. Wouldn't risk it anywhere.
"Yeah..." he said thoughtfully, before rolling his head against the glass, flashing a grin in the human's direction, "I'm good at begging. And pleading. And moaning and writhing and needing." And that sentence was a good one, full of...well, blatent sex talk. He smirked to himself as the pod came to a juddering halt (and definately did not lose his balance), straightening up and turning to the doors, grinning and holding a hand out for Eye Candy to take.
"I'm hurt. That's all you know about me? Really? Then won't you let me educate you?"
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Post by indiansfan01 on Mar 9, 2011 17:20:47 GMT -5
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Ianto would have to grudgingly agree to that sentiment. A rebellious John was certainly more invigorating than having him as some loyal sheep…Then again, a loyal sheep wouldn’t have been so bad either. He could have then told that loyal sheep never to come back to Earth—to never even think about coming back to this planet…Yeah, loyal sheep wasn’t so bad either.
He did laugh this time at John’s statement because the thought of John being a romantic was simply ludicrous. ”I’m sure you are,” Ianto said, his voice full of sarcasm, as he wiped away the few stray tears that had managed to leak out of his eyes at his sudden outburst of laughter. ”Because it’s real romantic to toss the only man you’ve ever loved off a roof just because he threw a canister off of it…And don’t blame your temper again. When you love someone you never let your temper get the best of you around them.”
Ianto rolled his eyes at John’s ‘sex talk.’ The images those thoughts aroused were ones that Ianto didn’t want to be thinking of right now, now that they were so near the ground. Ianto stood up as their pod reached its final destination. He looked over at John’s outstretched hand…It was too tempting…Learning that John could be more than just some liar would put Ianto’s mind at ease…Make him realize that John wasn’t so hopeless after all.
He felt like eons had passed as he thought about the wisest course of action to take but it was, in reality, only a few seconds after he had started to think that his own hand reached out and clasped onto John’s. Ianto tried telling himself that this was just for show at the moment, for he knew the ticket seller would still be out there, and that as soon as they got to his car he was going to kick John to the curb but Ianto didn’t think John would be that easy to get rid of. The door opened, and Ianto stepped off of what had been their prison for far too long. He put a smile on his face, for the pleasure of the ticket seller, but couldn’t bring himself to open his mouth and let any fake ‘honeys’ or ‘darlings’ slip out.
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notes: Ianto's going to have so much fun in his diary with this! lol
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Post by nyx on Mar 11, 2011 15:56:39 GMT -5
"I can be,"
[/color] John said, almost sounding hurt. Almost. "Not well, but I can be. Can kiss and cuddle and be tender and hold hands and everything." The reminded of what he did to Jack made him scowl slightly...but it wasn't that bad. Throwing Jack off the roof was nothing compared to what he had done a few months later. Even if he'd had a choice the first time, on the roof, which he had, sort of, but with very bad impulse control. The second time, with Gray, John hadn't had any choice at all. Jack nodding to say it was ok did nothing to help him feel better. He'd thought, after so long, that guilt would have wandered off with all those other idiotic emotions.... He swallowed, and looked away. "I said before - Jack knew what he was doing. He knows everything about me and I know everything about him, but he knew that I'd end up doing something. But you know what? As soon as he'd gone over the edge it felt like I'd been the one too fall. And I wished it had." Which wasn't a light matter. Ok, so he'd needed the money from that diamond (the false one) for medical treatment for Gray, and had to have it, but...he had wished it had been him, for a moment. And John had survived for so long that just didn't happen. He waited patiently (which was a rather interesting and boring experience, waiting patiently) for Eye Candy to make a response, and then let a small smile creep onto his face as the fingers wrapped around his own. Knew it! He nearly chuckled, but resisted, and simply smiled a bit more, beofre turning and walking out of the pod. Depsite the whole couple appearence, he couldn't help flash a grin at the cute ticket vender, who was looking at them rather...hungrily, John had to say with a mental preen. He pulled Eye Candy along with him as he passed the ticket vender, pausing only slightly to lean over and whisper softly in the other human's ear, before grinning, and moving on, turning back to Eye Candy, despite watching the now flushing human over Ianto's shoulder. "So, where now, sugar? Can I give you your treat now?"[/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE] TAGGED: IANTO WORD COUNT: BEEP OUTFIT: SAME AS IN THE TEMPLATE ^^ COMMENTS: WOULD SAY THE SAME...BUT I CAN'T PICTURE JOHN WRITING A DIARY XP CREDITS: ALL MINE, 'CEPT LYRICS - THEY'RE KT TURNSTALL'S [/SIZE] |
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Post by indiansfan01 on Mar 11, 2011 16:37:11 GMT -5
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Ianto was still finding it nigh impossible to believe that John could be ‘sweet.’ He knew that he should be thinking otherwise because the Captain certainly had been sweet with him before. Maybe he didn’t know John as well as he thought he did. Maybe there was more to the other man than a liar who had a lot of trouble trying to control his temper. Ianto could understand being stereotyped. After all, it seemed that all John saw in him was someone who was ‘cute and funny’ and easy on the eyes. Then Ianto supposed it was only fair that he continue to stereotype John too.
Well, it looked like Ianto was already going to have to revise that opinion on John, as John sincerely mentioned how he wished he had fallen off of the roof too. ”You still love him, don’t you?” Ianto asked, already knowing what the answer was going to be. Ianto could stand another man being in love with Jack. For crying out loud, Jack was going to live forever. There were going to be plenty of people falling in love with him in the future, and Ianto was sure that there were plenty of old people in nursing homes throughout the world that were still in love with him. It was the curse of being with someone who couldn’t die.
Ianto saw the ticket seller looking at them but Ianto couldn’t even begin to bring himself to give the man a ‘he’s mine’ stare because that would be taking this fake show way too far. Instead, Ianto simply ignored the other man. Let him fantasize all he wanted to about the fake couple that stepped into his life tonight….Eeew…No. Ianto wasn’t sure he wanted someone to be thinking about him with John. Now more than ever he wished it was Jack he was holding hands with right now.
And now the ticket seller was probably going to start fantasizing about a threesome after John whispered in his air. Ianto told himself to leave it be. It’s not like he should care about anything that John did tonight, as long as no one was being harmed in the process. John’s voice reminded Ianto of his current predicament. He let go of John’s hand, once they were clear of the ticket seller, and started steering them both towards his car. ”Number one, don’t call me sugar. Ever. Number two, no treats are going to be given out tonight. I’m going back to my car and driving to the hotel…alone. You’re going to…Well, I don’t know what you’re going to do. Just stay out of trouble.”
His car was now in sight. Ianto took out his keys and unlocked it. He turned around to face John. ”Nothing happened tonight, and nothing is going to happen tonight. I went to London on my day off, had a few beers, and that’s it.” Ianto didn’t know why he didn’t get into his car and just speed off, why he was prolonging this moment. Maybe deep down inside he wanted to give John one last opportunity to show that he could do ‘sweet’—that he could be ‘sweet.’
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notes: Just had an idea...What if John convinces Ianto to let him at least spend the night in his hotel room and John happens upon Ianto's diary...'measuring tape,' Lisa, and all?
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Post by nyx on Mar 12, 2011 14:40:55 GMT -5
John looked at the human. You still love him, don't you? It actually hurt that...not the question, but that he actually thought about it. Had to think about it. Did he? "Yes." He said, both answering his own question and the human's. Of course he still loved Jack. "Always will. Can't change that. Can't undo five years of having m entire existance revolving around him. And you love him. Can see it in your eyes. And it'll hurt, you know, when he leaves. Trust me on that." For the first time, he sent a small, but real smile in the human's direction. Oh, he knew that for definate.
Having his hand dropped was...odd. People never really did that. Usually they gripped him and held on tight and just didn't let go. He was used to being wanted. And...yes, he was pretty sure that Ianto did want him. Who didn't? But it never took this long, and he was feeling a little...odd. Concerned perhaps? Worried? No, that was silly. And yet quite probably true. He let the human steer him towards the car, because he was thinking about it, despite being more than able to get away. Not that he wanted to.
"Yeah, Sugar was...no. Gonna stick with Eye Candy if you don't mind, and don't care if you do..." And then he frowned. "What?" Now he did sound unsure. And a little lost. What? Human's didn't...do that. No one did that. No one said no to him. Well, yes, they did, but then he would just shrug and wander off and find someone else. Now? He didn't want to do that. Later yes...but not now. "Why do you want to be alone? I don't...like being alone..."
He was basically being kicked away. Told to stay out of trouble. And then...Nothing happened? Well, no, besides that kiss. "You kissed me..." he pointed out quietly, just watching him unlock the car, at a bit of a lost. Or a lot of a lost. Well, yes, Eye Candy was saying that, but why? Because he was being coy? No, if that was so, why was he getting in his car now? It wasn't often that John didn't understand something to do with flirting or sex or cute people, but right now, he was confused.
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[/b] he started, before slumping a little, "I don't want you to go. Come on, Eye Candy. We had fun, didn't we, you enjoyed it. Just a little. I...I don't like this planet, you know. Humans. Don't understand them...Gonna be making trouble anyway because I don't understand the rules." Although, if he did, he would probably break them anyway. But he didn't say that, because the rest of it was true and this was beginning to freak him out more than being trapped in the pod had done. "Just...please."[/BLOCKQUOTE][/BLOCKQUOTE] TAGGED: IANTO WORD COUNT: BEEP OUTFIT: SAME AS IN THE TEMPLATE ^^ COMMENTS: OMG, I AM LOVING THAT IDEA!! XD CREDITS: ALL MINE, 'CEPT LYRICS - THEY'RE KT TURNSTALL'S [/SIZE] |
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