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Torchwood -- Dance The Cultists
Title: Dance the Cultists
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redismycolour Challenge: Day Twelve
Date Written: 1/14/09
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 366
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Spoilers: None, but set after TW 02
Warnings: None
Author Notes: To quote the great Eddie Izzard: ALL OF THIS IS TRUE. Dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
midassa_in_gold and Troll. They know why.
Winter Wonderland
"Pssst!"
Jack looked up at Gwen. His second was giggling madly, her cheeks and nose brushed bright red from running out for their lunch. "What?"
"Ianto's singing!"
"... Okay," Jack drawled. "He sings to himself sometimes. He's got a nice voice."
"He's singing Christmas carols."
Jack almost vaulted over his desk to get to the Information Booth. Ianto, Mr. "We Do Not Sing Christmas Carols Until The First Of December, Thank You" was breaking his own rules. This he had to hear.
Sure enough, he could barely make out the tune of "Deck the Halls" as he wandered quietly through Ianto's back room in the Booth. But as he got closer -- and was quiet enough that Ianto didn't hear him and stop talking -- he was able to make out some of the words.
Ianto was also sort of getting into his song, too.
"Dance the Cultists in their folly
Fa la la la la, la la la la
'Tis the season to be jolly
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Watch them kill and disembowel
Fa la la, fa la la, la la la la
Troll the yuletide carol foul
Fa la la la la, la la la la."
"What the hell are you singing?" Jack burst out, taken aback at the downright cheerful song about ritualistic murder.
Ianto jumped guiltily and turned to look at Jack. "I, uh... I blame my sister."
Jack crossed his arms and Ianto guiltily pulled out a tiny red songbook. He handed it over and Jack regarded it carefully. "A Very Scary Solstice?"
"Have you ever heard of H. P. Lovecraft?" the younger man asked in turn.
"He's the one who wrote about aliens, right? The Cthulhu Mythos, that sort of thing?"
"I was a fan of his stories when I was younger, and my sister got that for me for Christmas. It's Christmas carol parodies based on his work. It's..." Ianto looked about for a moment, unsure of how to describe them. "... Terrifyingly addictive."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "You are warped on the inside, y'know that?"
"Taking that as a compliment." Ianto smiled a little.
"How do you pronounce this name?"
redismycolour Challenge: Day TwelveDate Written: 1/14/09
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 366
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen
Spoilers: None, but set after TW 02
Warnings: None
Author Notes: To quote the great Eddie Izzard: ALL OF THIS IS TRUE. Dedicated to
midassa_in_gold and Troll. They know why."Pssst!"
Jack looked up at Gwen. His second was giggling madly, her cheeks and nose brushed bright red from running out for their lunch. "What?"
"Ianto's singing!"
"... Okay," Jack drawled. "He sings to himself sometimes. He's got a nice voice."
"He's singing Christmas carols."
Jack almost vaulted over his desk to get to the Information Booth. Ianto, Mr. "We Do Not Sing Christmas Carols Until The First Of December, Thank You" was breaking his own rules. This he had to hear.
Sure enough, he could barely make out the tune of "Deck the Halls" as he wandered quietly through Ianto's back room in the Booth. But as he got closer -- and was quiet enough that Ianto didn't hear him and stop talking -- he was able to make out some of the words.
Ianto was also sort of getting into his song, too.
"Dance the Cultists in their folly
Fa la la la la, la la la la
'Tis the season to be jolly
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Watch them kill and disembowel
Fa la la, fa la la, la la la la
Troll the yuletide carol foul
Fa la la la la, la la la la."
"What the hell are you singing?" Jack burst out, taken aback at the downright cheerful song about ritualistic murder.
Ianto jumped guiltily and turned to look at Jack. "I, uh... I blame my sister."
Jack crossed his arms and Ianto guiltily pulled out a tiny red songbook. He handed it over and Jack regarded it carefully. "A Very Scary Solstice?"
"Have you ever heard of H. P. Lovecraft?" the younger man asked in turn.
"He's the one who wrote about aliens, right? The Cthulhu Mythos, that sort of thing?"
"I was a fan of his stories when I was younger, and my sister got that for me for Christmas. It's Christmas carol parodies based on his work. It's..." Ianto looked about for a moment, unsure of how to describe them. "... Terrifyingly addictive."
Jack raised an eyebrow. "You are warped on the inside, y'know that?"
"Taking that as a compliment." Ianto smiled a little.
"How do you pronounce this name?"