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Saturday, March 15th, 2008
3:11 pm - [ooc] announcement
In an effort to consolidate, I am taking this journal out of theatrical_muse. But never fear! I am merely switching my membership over to another username.

So if you'd like to continue reading Ianto (and thank you so much if you do!), please friend hofficoffi. Same mun, same Ianto, shiny new journal. (Well, actually, it's the same journal layout, too.)

Sorry for the inconvenience. :)

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Friday, February 8th, 2008
11:26 pm - theatrical_muse
217. Photo prompt.

The first morning, he woke up, took a shower, and made himself breakfast, just like any other day. It was so normal. It wasn't until he took a bite of the toast, so carefully buttered, that he realized just how wrong things were; it was the same time he realized he couldn't eat without having the urge to vomit. It was the same time he realized he couldn't remember how he'd gotten home, how he'd removed all the blood and the bloodstained clothing-- there wasn't even any blood beneath his fingernails. He stared at them for a long time, just to be sure. If only he could have swallowed that bite of toast, he could have convinced himself that it hadn't happened at all.

But it had. He knew, completely knew, that she was gone. Was dead. But knowing differs, he realized the first time he caught himself frantically thinking I can't stay home; I have to check on Lisa, depending on whether it is the mind or the heart that knows.

She wasn't there.Collapse )

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Friday, January 4th, 2008
8:58 pm - theatrical_muse
211. Old Acquaintance

"It's like coming home," Suzie tells them one day, when Ianto can't help but ask how it feels. To bring back the dead he thinks but doesn't say. He can't imagine that kind of power, but then again, if they can make it work...

He stops himself there.

"Really?" Tosh glances over and he can see the scientist in her fighting to emerge. "It feels familiar?"

"Like an old friend." Suzie has stopped looking at them now. She has the glove on, although there isn't a corpse in sight, and is just flexing the fingers. The knuckles creak; idly Ianto considers fetching the oil the next time he goes to check on Lisa.

"I suppose," Jack says, draping himself over the railing above, "that it's up to me to make the 'fits like a glove' observation?"

Owen, without looking up from his computer screen-- on which, Ianto knows, he is almost certainly checking his email-- taps a pen against the desk and accompanies it with a, "Ba dum ching!"

Jack laughs and disappears, Tosh smiles and goes back to her programming. Only Ianto lingers, his expression serious, his grip tight on the Geiger counter he'd been about to pack away-- and his eyes on Suzie.

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Wednesday, December 12th, 2007
9:36 pm - theatrical_muse
ooc: Um. Set in aces_are_rare's Torchwood!Ace universe, sort of. And rest assured that writing Seven is hard.

209. What are you afraid of?Collapse )

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Friday, November 30th, 2007
7:26 pm - theatrical_muse
206. What do you live for?Collapse )

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Saturday, November 24th, 2007
3:19 pm - theatrical_muse
202. If life's a game, who's winning?Collapse )

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Saturday, October 27th, 2007
10:24 pm - theatrical_muse
201. Talk about something you lostCollapse )

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12:12 pm - theatrical_muse
Forest through the trees

193. Picture promptCollapse )

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Monday, October 15th, 2007
1:55 pm - theatrical_muse
199. You've woken up as the opposite sex this morning...Collapse )

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Tuesday, September 25th, 2007
11:54 am - Torchwood - Banned from Argo (fanvid)
ooc: I know it's been making the rounds, but... still. :)

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Sunday, September 23rd, 2007
3:16 pm - theatrical_muse
196. Congratulations! You've been granted one wish. What is it?Collapse )

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Wednesday, September 12th, 2007
12:34 am - theatrical_muse
194. The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish.Collapse )

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Wednesday, August 22nd, 2007
3:02 pm - theatrical_muse
192. Recurring DreamCollapse )

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Thursday, August 16th, 2007
1:51 am - theatrical_muse
ooc: By the way? Torchwood S2 promo pic. Pink.

191. Where do you see yourself in twenty years?Collapse )

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Monday, July 23rd, 2007
7:54 pm - theatrical_muse
This is how it could have gone:

You sit on the floor, the cold, hard, never-washed floor of the sub-basement. There is blood on the back of your head; no, you haven't checked, but you can feel it there. It will stain the wall, you think blearily, but even that doesn't make you move.

There's something too-heavy resting against your shoulder. When you try to ask what it is, your voice is a pitiful croak and nothing more.

187: Which is the more exquisite sensation: vindication, revenge, or relief?Collapse )

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Saturday, July 21st, 2007
3:31 pm - desperateprompt
Prompt: a blood-stained wall.

The more things change, the more they stay the same. Ianto's betrayal has, surprisingly, found him a place on the team-- more than he'd ever had before. He is the one fighting to redeem himself; Jack's offered friendship of a sort, his quiet understanding more confession than compassion, and already Tosh forgives him all but nearly dying in her stead.

And yet, valued team member or no, some bits of his job description stay the same out of necessity. Sometimes he'd prefer they didn't.

Ianto leaves everything-- all the protective gear, the biohazard containers, the body bags and gurneys-- in the back of the SUV for the moment. He ducks beneath the stretch of police tape to flash a badge (quickly, no time for a good look) at a babyfaced PC. Striding into the house, he's sure to snap the latex gloves against his wrists as he puts them on, getting him the attention of those present without a word.

"Well," says a woman who is obviously in charge, crossing her arms and leaning back as she looks him over. "Who are you?"

"Ianto Jones. I'm with Torchwood."

"Another one. I was beginning to think you all came with that signature swagger."

Ianto allows himself a small smile, a show smile, purely for her benefit. "Not all, no. Do try to contain your shock." She seems to like that; she laughs and he's reminded of Jack. Funny how things like that work. "I've come to secure the crime scene. I'll be collecting the bodies as well."

"In a three piece suit," he hears as she ushers her subordinates off with a smirk. "And you lot thought Harkness was bad."

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Friday, July 13th, 2007
2:48 am - theatrical_muse
ooc: Spoilers for the Doctor Who series three finale-arc (but specifically "The Last of the Time Lords"). Set during The Year That Never Was and shoehorned into canon.

185: Moment of triumphCollapse )

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Saturday, July 7th, 2007
3:05 pm - theatrical_muse
186: ReligionCollapse )

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Thursday, June 28th, 2007
1:22 am - theatrical_muse
184: Set out to change the world...Collapse )

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Wednesday, June 13th, 2007
3:34 am - theatrical_muse
182: You’ve just won an award! What would it be and why?Collapse )

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