[Um. Probably totally not what you had in mind. Hope you like it anyways? *sheepish grin*]
something beautiful
“That’s the sun,” Ianto says.
Yes.
Ianto peers out the observatory window. “And it’s really going to die soon.”
It is. It will take time. Its last breaths will last longer than your lifetime. The people are here today to witness the death of the earth. They forget that the sun’s death, too, has been artificially postponed. But all things meet their end.
Ianto breathes out on the glass, watches it mist over briefly. sun he writes on it, and watches the letters bleed into nothing. “Why did you bring me here?” he asks at last.
A pause.
Because I am old and selfish. Because you are beautiful. Because we were beautiful. Because it would take more years than I have in me to forget you.
“All things meet their end,” Ianto says softly, and finally turns around. Serene, inhuman eyes meet his.
Two hours ago, Ianto had never heard of the Face of Boe. Two hours ago, Ianto had been on Earth wrapping Jack’s Christmas present up for him. Now, he’s on Platform One, about to witness the death of Earth.
And the sun.
“How much longer do you have?” Ianto asks, sinking to his knees before the giant glass jar.
A long time yet, the Face of Boe replies. And the happiest of them behind me.
“But not the saddest ahead of you,” Ianto says, and kisses the cool glass.
No, the Face of Boe replies. And I will die doing what I have always done.
“Helping,” Ianto says with a faint smile.
Earth dies. The Sun gasps in its dying throes. The Face of Boe says goodbye.
There are keys jangling in the lock. Ianto stares at the wrapped present he’s holding. Suddenly, it seems terribly insignificant.
“Ianto?” Jack calls out. Ianto hears the thump of Jack’s boots hitting the floor, the creak of the old coat-tree as Jack hangs up his greatcoat.
“Ooh, is that my present?” Jack asks in delight as he comes into the living room.
“I suppose it’s too much to ask that you wait till tomorrow to get into it,” Ianto says.
“Far too much,” Jack says. “I might be persuaded to wait a little longer, though.”
Ianto leans into the kiss and refuses to think anymore. All things meet their end. And before he meets his, he intends to give Jack something beautiful to remember.
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Date: 2010-12-25 06:57 am (UTC)something beautiful
“That’s the sun,” Ianto says.
Yes.
Ianto peers out the observatory window. “And it’s really going to die soon.”
It is. It will take time. Its last breaths will last longer than your lifetime. The people are here today to witness the death of the earth. They forget that the sun’s death, too, has been artificially postponed. But all things meet their end.
Ianto breathes out on the glass, watches it mist over briefly. sun he writes on it, and watches the letters bleed into nothing. “Why did you bring me here?” he asks at last.
A pause.
Because I am old and selfish. Because you are beautiful. Because we were beautiful. Because it would take more years than I have in me to forget you.
“All things meet their end,” Ianto says softly, and finally turns around. Serene, inhuman eyes meet his.
Two hours ago, Ianto had never heard of the Face of Boe. Two hours ago, Ianto had been on Earth wrapping Jack’s Christmas present up for him. Now, he’s on Platform One, about to witness the death of Earth.
And the sun.
“How much longer do you have?” Ianto asks, sinking to his knees before the giant glass jar.
A long time yet, the Face of Boe replies. And the happiest of them behind me.
“But not the saddest ahead of you,” Ianto says, and kisses the cool glass.
No, the Face of Boe replies. And I will die doing what I have always done.
“Helping,” Ianto says with a faint smile.
Earth dies. The Sun gasps in its dying throes. The Face of Boe says goodbye.
There are keys jangling in the lock. Ianto stares at the wrapped present he’s holding. Suddenly, it seems terribly insignificant.
“Ianto?” Jack calls out. Ianto hears the thump of Jack’s boots hitting the floor, the creak of the old coat-tree as Jack hangs up his greatcoat.
“Ooh, is that my present?” Jack asks in delight as he comes into the living room.
“I suppose it’s too much to ask that you wait till tomorrow to get into it,” Ianto says.
“Far too much,” Jack says. “I might be persuaded to wait a little longer, though.”
Ianto leans into the kiss and refuses to think anymore. All things meet their end. And before he meets his, he intends to give Jack something beautiful to remember.