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solsticezero , but everybody's doing it!
Post a sentence (or paragraph) or two from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.
Ianto felt a bit unmannerly -- as if taking liberties with a stranger. This is still Jack, he reminded himself. He turned sideways. "So..." And he'd meant to quiz Jack about the history of the tech that had done this to them, but he saw Jack's expression -- lips slightly parted, he looked hungry. And pretty. No. Sexy. He was both foreign and familiar and Jack and... he was really goddamned pretty.
*
When Elizabeth shuts her front door behind her, turns and locks it, Neal is confused. She's coming with them,then. Somewhere. She peeks into the passenger side and exchanges some sort of complicated nonverbal eye language with Peter (Eye Chinese?) and Neal traces the lines in her palm as it presses against the rear right window before it slides downward and disappears, opens the back door.
*
"Ianto, will you help me with something?"
"Sure, what do you..." his voice trailed off as Gwen placed the cool black metal handle of the office scissors in his hand.
"Cut my hair."
solsticezero , but everybody's doing it!Post a sentence (or paragraph) or two from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.
Ianto felt a bit unmannerly -- as if taking liberties with a stranger. This is still Jack, he reminded himself. He turned sideways. "So..." And he'd meant to quiz Jack about the history of the tech that had done this to them, but he saw Jack's expression -- lips slightly parted, he looked hungry. And pretty. No. Sexy. He was both foreign and familiar and Jack and... he was really goddamned pretty.
*
When Elizabeth shuts her front door behind her, turns and locks it, Neal is confused. She's coming with them,then. Somewhere. She peeks into the passenger side and exchanges some sort of complicated nonverbal eye language with Peter (Eye Chinese?) and Neal traces the lines in her palm as it presses against the rear right window before it slides downward and disappears, opens the back door.
*
"Ianto, will you help me with something?"
"Sure, what do you..." his voice trailed off as Gwen placed the cool black metal handle of the office scissors in his hand.
"Cut my hair."
