anger

[morgia]

Title: Anger
Parings/characters: Ianto, Jack, music, beer
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters.
Summary: Ianto had a really shit day
Spoilers: No, not really, around the end of the season one
Rating: NC-15
Beta:the so awesome   thrace_adams
Genre: angstt, with some comfort  (short fic, drabbles ?)
Note from the author: I had a really shit day at the school thursday, my students was monsters. This is the result of my anger and exhaustion.

 

 

Anger

The flat looks so empty, even his sighs echo on the air. He takes off his coat and goes directly into the kitchen. He feels like shit. It was a hard day, the kind of day that makes him almost regret surviving Canary Wharf. He sighs again, knowing he should be thankful to be alive, but sometimes the screams in this head are so loud that he just wishes he would disappear. The light in the fridge enlightens the darkened room for a brief moment. He takes out a bottle of beer, opens it and takes a gulp. He doesn’t feel better, but at least the alcohol gives him a false sensation of happiness. His heavy steps drive him toward the living room. He turns on the table lamp. The place looks so wrong, the lack of life is like slap in the face. A sob bubbles up into his throat, but he restrains it, he doesn’t want to cry. He takes another gulp of his beer. He hates the silence of his flat, of his life. So he turns on the radio and puts on a CD. The music dances around him, he closes his eyes, for a moment the world around him is gone. The sound of a hard guitar explodes in the air, jumps inside him. All his anger and his exhaustion rolls up like a ball of fire in his stomach. A scream exits his mouth, his head follows the beat of the music. Like an insane doll, his body moves around the place, in a frenetic dance. Ianto Jones suddenly feels alive, he’s not afraid; for the moment he just feels. He sings loudly the lyrics of the song, nothing else matters anymore, he just wants to be. He doesn’t hear the door open behind him; he doesn’t see the look of the man in the door frame. But he feels the strong arms that embrace him, tastes the lips on his own. Suddenly the anger disappears, the exhaustion flies away, a soft smile plays on his lips. Jack……..

The end

 

 

Comments

[freekydj.livejournal.com]

Sorry for the crummy day, but I can so identify with this. Music & dancing is such an outlet for all the good and bad....

[morgia.livejournal.com]

Its all right, the students are not so bad. Music is so perfect with bad and good day, indeed.

Thanks for read and comment! This is you and your family???

[freekydj.livejournal.com]

Myself and husband in middle. My best friend is the lady on the right, she introduced us in 1991. She met her husband (tall guy far left) on the same weekend camping trip that I finally agreed to camp in the same tent with my future husband a year later (1992). He tried to steal her campsite, and they decided to share instead! They married a few months before us at the end of 1996. We were married the summer of 1997. We have no children, so my dogs are where all the mother hen instincts go to for me.

[morgia.livejournal.com]

Hooooo that is sooooooooooooo romantic!!!!!!!!!!!!

Nice to meet you !!!

I just have my cat in my life right now.... ;)

Take care !!!!