Torchwood -- Winter Types

[gracie_musica]

Title: Winter Types
redismycolour Challenge: Day Twenty-Four
Date Written: 1/28/09
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 201
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Author Notes: Apologies for flooding the f-lists tonight. Thanks to midassa_in_gold for the poetry chat.


O Winter! frozen pulse and heart of fire,
What loss is theirs who from thy kingdom turn
Dismayed, and think thy snow a sculptured urn
Of death! Far sooner in midsummer tire
The streams than under ice. June could not hire
Her roses to forego the strength they learn
In sleeping on thy breast. No fires can burn
The bridges thou dost lay where men desire
In vain to build.
O Heart, when Love's sun goes
To northward, and the sounds of singing cease,
Keep warm by inner fires, and rest in peace.
Sleep on content, as sleeps the patient rose.
Walk boldly on the white untrodden snows,
The winter is the winter's own release.

--Helen Hunt Jackson
A Calendar of Sonnets: January


Jack had been around long enough to know that winters came in all shapes and sizes.

There were warm to hot winters full of sun and sand and alcohol and half-clad people.

There were bone-shattering freezing winters with teeth-clattering, mind-numbing frost and so many layers of clothes you could barely walk.

There were loud winters full of people yammering away and crowded houses and quiet winters with everything muffled by snow and the crackle of a fire. Long winters, short winters, wet winters and dry winters.

Jack hated them all. He’d always hated winters, but Cardiff winters were the absolute worst. They were cold and wet and the definition of the word horrid. They made his bones ache, the cold hurt his teeth, and he just wanted to curl up underneath an electric blanket and hibernate until spring.

Ianto, on the other hand, seemed to thrive in the cold weather. He’d come in, full of energy and flush from the cold, stomping his feet to get circulation flowing, grinning like a kid. And sometimes, Jack would catch him before he’d warmed up completely, still-chilled fingers trailing along bare skin…

Maybe winter wasn’t all that bad. He could learn to like them.

Comments

[etmuse.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure I'd adore winter if I could warm up with an Ianto...

(and yes, as you may have noticed I'm having a 'omgneedtocatchuponmyflist' reading binge)

[gracie-musica.livejournal.com]

(I did notice, and I'm not complaining)

And I think Ianto could improve any and all seasonal issues.