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thoughtformed2013-11-06 08:47 pm
stopwatchesandcoffee) wrote in thoughtformed2013-11-06 08:47 pm
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Over the black top and through the woods to Aisling's home we go[Jess Stop Posting]
Who: Aisling and Ianto
What: Ianto is more clever than he looks
When: Sometime Wednesday
Where: The Forest
Warnings: TWNM Family Feels
Ianto had learned more than he had really been expecting when he started digging into the old archives of Torchwood New Moore Branch. Some things that he needed to process, and others he needed to address. One of those later things was a certain canine who was more than she appeared to be. With a brown paper bag of sweets and goodies, and some less than suitable clothes for wilderness adventuring, Ianto had slipped Jack's extremely clingy grasp (not that he blamed him, or really wanted to be apart).
He had snuck off to the woods to pay a visit to their large, white guardian. Unfortunately, he didn't really know where to start. He just hovered near the outskirts of the woods, feeling just a bit ridiculous for all of this, before he called Aisling's name.
"Aisling?"
Could she even hear him? It seemed like a large forest. It was possible she could not.
"Aisling, are you around? It's Ianto... I brought you a gift."
This felt incredibly foolish. But maybe no more foolish than trying to coax out a dinosaur with chocolate and barbeque sauce.
What: Ianto is more clever than he looks
When: Sometime Wednesday
Where: The Forest
Warnings: TWNM Family Feels
Ianto had learned more than he had really been expecting when he started digging into the old archives of Torchwood New Moore Branch. Some things that he needed to process, and others he needed to address. One of those later things was a certain canine who was more than she appeared to be. With a brown paper bag of sweets and goodies, and some less than suitable clothes for wilderness adventuring, Ianto had slipped Jack's extremely clingy grasp (not that he blamed him, or really wanted to be apart).
He had snuck off to the woods to pay a visit to their large, white guardian. Unfortunately, he didn't really know where to start. He just hovered near the outskirts of the woods, feeling just a bit ridiculous for all of this, before he called Aisling's name.
"Aisling?"
Could she even hear him? It seemed like a large forest. It was possible she could not.
"Aisling, are you around? It's Ianto... I brought you a gift."
This felt incredibly foolish. But maybe no more foolish than trying to coax out a dinosaur with chocolate and barbeque sauce.