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morgiaTitle:Love
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: Fluff
Spoilers: Not really, somewhere in season two
Disclaimer: No, I don't know them
Warning: pure fluff
Summary: A violin on the quay
Notes: Its a pure fluffy fic and is for everyone who need and/or have love!!!!! Enjoy my friends (dedicated to Sian!!!!)
Beta: The fabulous and so talented just_being_me08
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Love
The music echoed around the place. Its morning, the place is almost empty, at this early hour no tourist walk through the quay. One man stands alone with a violin in his hands. His fingers play like a strong caress on his instrument. His eyes are closed, his clothes are dirty, and in front of him a violin case is open like a shy child who begs for money. Some pedestrians look at him furtively and toss in a few coins. Nobody stops to listen to the music. Then, the musician plays Bach’s Chaconne the most difficult and yet so beautiful a lyric to play. The music dances around him, like a part of heaven softly falls upon this particular moment in Cardiff’s quays. A pedestrian slows his steps, looking at the musician as his heart beat explodes. He feels as if he is being taken far away from this place, his mind is clear, his worries melt away. The stranger smiles, the musician is now playing for him, and only him. The violin cries softly, a wave of happiness takes the listener and he feels like he has never felt this emotion before. Ianto Jones is on the edge, his fingers grasping the cup of coffee he has in his hand tightly. The violinist plays Shubert’s Ave Maria and Ianto Jones knows he’s lost, but he doesn’t care. Tears fall on his cheeks, a fire burns inside him. The violin’s notes rock him, like a mother sings to her child’s ear to comfort him. In this early hour in Cardiff’s plass, a ball envelopes two perfect strangers, time stops. Fingers press against his hand and Ianto realizes that someone is beside him. Jack….
“Pure beauty is an ephemeral moment…. but with you Ianto Jones it is like an eternity…”
“I love you Jack Harkness….”
“Forever my love….”
Fin
Love is the most beautiful thing ;)
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Date: 2009-02-14 09:13 pm (UTC)Great job!
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Date: 2009-02-14 10:08 pm (UTC)Am I one lost big sappy girl if I have tears in my eyes right now? I love the feelings describe in it.
Well, since I was a little girl, music always hits me, makes me cry, laugh, enthusiasm, alive, etc...whatever (almost) kind of music. And if a street violinist is playing Bach's Chaconne, it's sure I'll stop. I'm always in admiration for someone able to play something like that. I don't know what I would do to be that good in music...the feeling of playing is just marvelous.
Sorry, guess you choose a subject that get into me today. *blushes*
Have a nice St-Valentin ma belle. Hope it's more eventful for you than me :)
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Date: 2009-02-14 10:30 pm (UTC)the feelings you describe...I love music, I always did and I always get moved by it; I think I would have stayed to listen to the violinist too x3
I hope you have a better valentine's day than I had...let's just say that snow is evil and I'm still trying to thaw my toes xD
Your story was just what I needed!!!
Have a fabulous day and take care!
xxxx
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Date: 2009-02-15 11:50 pm (UTC)*sofa hug*
Fliss
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Date: 2009-03-06 01:37 pm (UTC)Long awwwwwwwwwwww moment
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