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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 21, 2011 0:08:24 GMT -5
Having a good laugh and calming down. Ianto took a sip of wine. Yes, he said. This is long enough, he looked at it. It was longer but that was the idea.
It is getting late, he said, looking at Sarah Jane. He was a wee tipsy because he had a few glasses of wine. It was a nice afternoon with Sarah Jane. She was very nice and he had hoped he meet Sarah Jane again.
How you end this? he was looking at it.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 21, 2011 0:23:15 GMT -5
Her laughing slowed down to a series of happy "ohhs". She caught a laugh tear on the back off her wrist.
"Ianto, I'm so glad you came over. How lovely. Here," She reached over and took his knitting from him. "Just watch for a moment. See? Make the same knot you know only under instead of over and pass it back thrrrouug- "She did it neatly "to make a solid knot." She passed it back, then turned to pull something out of her basket. Scissors, long and sharp.
"You may wish to look away." She teased, then neatly snipped it free. "There you go."
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Post by Ianto Jones on Sept 23, 2011 21:40:18 GMT -5
Ianto was smiling as Sarah Jane was teasing him. He had shared a private part of Jack by making this cover for Jack’s private member. Noticing it was getting late, Ianto stood up. I clean up before I head off, Ianto said as he was picking up the china tray and the tea. He walked to the in the kitchen. Sarah do not worry, he said calling to her. Relax your ankle,’
He came back with a bottle of wine and a glass of wine for her. I am thankful for your help, Sarah, Ianto stood there holding the glass and bottle, looking down at his friend. He would not be able to do this project if it wasn’t for Sarah Jane.
You had made a good impression on Owen. Whatever you are doing thank you, said the coffee man who was handing the wine glass to Sarah Jane.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Sept 25, 2011 23:26:09 GMT -5
Ianto leaped up so smoothly to collect the service she just let herself lean back with a sigh of relief. He certainly had a way about him. She dare say the young man and chosen to let her befriend him. It had been good to share a laugh and a secret. Though, privately, she was uncertain if he'd gotten the girth right. After all, she hadn't always been 60 years old. No worry, the soft yarn would stretch.
"Oh, Thank you Ianto." She was glad he had not asked her about her ankle earlier. She was in no mood to have to re live her day in story time. It had been a sloppy, unpleasant success. His silence on the subject had been golden. "Please do bring me some ice will you dear, there is a pack in ice box door. Thank you, Ianto." She put a throw pillow on the table before her, and slipping her foot from her shoe, put it up on the pillow to rest.
When he returned, he reflected kindly on the effect she and Owen were having on each other. It warmed her, and she was glad that Ianto knew Owen well enough to have noticed.
"Thanks. Though, it seems to be all about him saving my life over and over, so I feel ever the recipient between us. I am glad of his friendship above all. He sees me, Ianto. it is . . .very pleasant." She took the wine, sipped it, regarded him.
"I've known Jack even longer than he may know he does. I was a time traveler for a very long time, Ianto. I've never seen him more content and playful then when you are in his life." She smiles with just a hint of wicked. "Whatever you are doing, thank you. He needs you, Ianto."
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Post by Ianto Jones on Oct 2, 2011 20:55:44 GMT -5
Ianto did not ask Sarah Jane about ankle early because he did not want to pry on Sarah Jane private life. If she wanted to talk about her ankle she would had bought it up. That was why he did not want to make it a topic. He was not cold like he did not care. Ianto cares deeply and hides it well. He was on his toes helping Sarah Jane to show he was aware. However he assumed she would pick that up and Sarah Jane did pick it up.
“It is healthy for him in the state is in. I do not know how he can live day by day as a walking dead man, I don’t know I would last,” said Ianto staring blanking ahead. The vision of him going nuts, he respected Owen to living on as a walking zombie.
“I was not aware you time travelled,” said Ianto, getting ready to go. “That could be a conversation for a next visit.” He would like to hear what Sarah Jane had to say about her adventures. “You could tell me the adventures you, Jack and the Doctor had,” he said, picking his bag. Looking in the bag, he blushed. “Yes, I understand Jack needs me,” he looked at her. “It pains me when he suffers. It is like I can see he is afraid. He is afraid at times he will lose me and the team. He knows he made a decision that will bring pain. He decided to stay with us… How could I not love him? He is warm, charming and there is so much about Jack that I wish I know it all. I do know I will never know it all. I accept what I have is a gift of the present. And I will love for who is and what he has done for us. I wish he would not have to suffer.” He had a very sad look as he was looking to the right. “He is very special,” he said looking at Sarah Jane.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Oct 4, 2011 19:40:57 GMT -5
She grinned up at him from her comfortable spot on the couch.
"Everybody suffers, Ianto." She said quite seriously, but then her eyes flickered over to the present that the young man had made for Jack. "You more than most." She said, with a twinkle in her eyes, a quirk to her brow. "It sounds like everything is exactly as it should be, Ianto. Keep up the good work. I would very much like to have you over again, dear." She gave him a huge smile. "Call anytime. Thanks for the wine."
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Post by Ianto Jones on Oct 15, 2011 18:10:45 GMT -5
ooc Sounds like a great ending.
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