Torchwood -- Theater Critic
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horizonssing Challenge: Day Three
Date Written: 7/12/08
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 669
Fandom: Torchwood and Shakespeare (is Shakespeare a fandom, technically?)
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: Up through Torchwood Season 02
Warnings: BL/yaoi
Author Notes: Inspired by the title of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ahlai's Day Three challenge entry, which is great. This one's for you! *grins* And as we all know, yes I am a geek. Moving on.
tea·cup /ˈtiˌkʌp/ [tee-kuhp]
–noun
1. a cup in which tea is served, usually of small or moderate size.
2. a teacupful.
—Idiom
3. tempest in a teacup or teapot, a disturbance or uproar about little or nothing.
"You've been quiet tonight," Ianto commented, his back to Jack as he set about righting their clothing in the hotel's bureau drawers. "Everything okay?"
The Captain didn't even look up from his book. "Yeah."
Ianto turned and regarded his lover. Jack was sprawled out on his stomach, a pillow tucked up under his chest as he read from a thick tome. Ianto smiled and joined him on the bed, pressing against his back and nuzzling the nape of his neck. "What are you reading?"
Jack smiled, turning his face a little towards Ianto, using his thumb to mark his spot as he shut the book. The famous painting of William Shakespeare smiled back up at them.
The Welshman chuckled softly. "So we saw the play at Shakespeare's Globe today, and now you're reading up? Did you become a theater convert?" he teased, kissing his neck gently.
"I like Shakespeare," Jack protested, leaning back into Ianto. "I just... never really liked the one we saw today."
"Much Ado About Nothing?" Ianto let his lips rest against the immortal's neck. "Well, it's good, but the tragedies are funnier."
"It's not just that, although you're right," Jack said, nuzzling at Ianto's cheek. "It's the premise of the play, relationships and lies."
"It's pretty accurate," Ianto countered. "I mean, just look at telly, or at films. How many programs have plot twists where one character lied about a person's motives to get what they want? And not just romance films, action movies do it too."
"But just look at what Claudio did to poor Hero!"
Ianto almost retorted with 'You've never caused injury to a lover?' but thought better of it. This had been a surprise from Jack, a romantic weekend in London, kicked off with one of Ianto's favorite playwrights. He didn't want to ruin the wonderful gift.
Instead, he kissed his ear. "Young love tends to be stupid. You're testing boundaries in yourselves and the relationship, you do things to hurt each other, intentionally or not. Besides, he hardly came up with the idea, Don John tricked him."
"So he trusted an obviously untrustworthy character instead of the woman he loved?"
Ianto nipped at his neck, partly in tease, partly to distract him, and mostly in annoyance that Jack was taking something so trivial as a play so seriously. "He'd only known Hero what, a day, maybe two? While he'd fought alongside John, probably had the man save his life. You know what bonds get forged between soldiers who've gone through battle. You miss the big things and write them off as little human imperfections."
Both of them fell quiet as they thought back to a younger team, Suzie with her obsessive quirks. They'd all been so shocked when she turned out to be such a murderer, but upon reflection they saw all the little things they missed.
"Okay," Jack finally relented. "What about Benedick and Beatrice? Their entire relationship was founded on a lie."
Ianto pulled back, looking down at his lover in disbelief. "Jack?"
"Hmn?"
"So was ours."
Jack rolled over onto his back and looked back up at him. Ianto's face look haunted, and the Captain could hear the faint echo of once-spoken words:
"Girlfriend, Lisa Hallet."
"Deceased."
Jack frowned a little before he shook his head. "No. You lied, yes, and it was a big one, but you also liked me, even as just as an employee to his boss." He reached up to cup his face with both hands. "You and me, Ianto, we're not based on a lie."
The younger man felt his breath catch in his chest and Jack smiled up at him. By the time Ianto found his voice again, Jack's fingers were busy undoing the buttons on his shirt. "Jack, I -- "
"Peace, I will stop your mouth," Jack quoted, tugging Ianto down by his shirt lapels and kissing him firmly.
Ianto knocked the book off the bed, enjoying the thonk it made against the floor.
Shakespeare was so totally overrated.
horizonssing Challenge: Day ThreeDate Written: 7/12/08
Rating: PG/K+
Word Count: 669
Fandom: Torchwood and Shakespeare (is Shakespeare a fandom, technically?)
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto
Spoilers: Up through Torchwood Season 02
Warnings: BL/yaoi
Author Notes: Inspired by the title of
ahlai's Day Three challenge entry, which is great. This one's for you! *grins* And as we all know, yes I am a geek. Moving on.–noun
1. a cup in which tea is served, usually of small or moderate size.
2. a teacupful.
—Idiom
3. tempest in a teacup or teapot, a disturbance or uproar about little or nothing.
"You've been quiet tonight," Ianto commented, his back to Jack as he set about righting their clothing in the hotel's bureau drawers. "Everything okay?"
The Captain didn't even look up from his book. "Yeah."
Ianto turned and regarded his lover. Jack was sprawled out on his stomach, a pillow tucked up under his chest as he read from a thick tome. Ianto smiled and joined him on the bed, pressing against his back and nuzzling the nape of his neck. "What are you reading?"
Jack smiled, turning his face a little towards Ianto, using his thumb to mark his spot as he shut the book. The famous painting of William Shakespeare smiled back up at them.
The Welshman chuckled softly. "So we saw the play at Shakespeare's Globe today, and now you're reading up? Did you become a theater convert?" he teased, kissing his neck gently.
"I like Shakespeare," Jack protested, leaning back into Ianto. "I just... never really liked the one we saw today."
"Much Ado About Nothing?" Ianto let his lips rest against the immortal's neck. "Well, it's good, but the tragedies are funnier."
"It's not just that, although you're right," Jack said, nuzzling at Ianto's cheek. "It's the premise of the play, relationships and lies."
"It's pretty accurate," Ianto countered. "I mean, just look at telly, or at films. How many programs have plot twists where one character lied about a person's motives to get what they want? And not just romance films, action movies do it too."
"But just look at what Claudio did to poor Hero!"
Ianto almost retorted with 'You've never caused injury to a lover?' but thought better of it. This had been a surprise from Jack, a romantic weekend in London, kicked off with one of Ianto's favorite playwrights. He didn't want to ruin the wonderful gift.
Instead, he kissed his ear. "Young love tends to be stupid. You're testing boundaries in yourselves and the relationship, you do things to hurt each other, intentionally or not. Besides, he hardly came up with the idea, Don John tricked him."
"So he trusted an obviously untrustworthy character instead of the woman he loved?"
Ianto nipped at his neck, partly in tease, partly to distract him, and mostly in annoyance that Jack was taking something so trivial as a play so seriously. "He'd only known Hero what, a day, maybe two? While he'd fought alongside John, probably had the man save his life. You know what bonds get forged between soldiers who've gone through battle. You miss the big things and write them off as little human imperfections."
Both of them fell quiet as they thought back to a younger team, Suzie with her obsessive quirks. They'd all been so shocked when she turned out to be such a murderer, but upon reflection they saw all the little things they missed.
"Okay," Jack finally relented. "What about Benedick and Beatrice? Their entire relationship was founded on a lie."
Ianto pulled back, looking down at his lover in disbelief. "Jack?"
"Hmn?"
"So was ours."
Jack rolled over onto his back and looked back up at him. Ianto's face look haunted, and the Captain could hear the faint echo of once-spoken words:
"Girlfriend, Lisa Hallet."
"Deceased."
Jack frowned a little before he shook his head. "No. You lied, yes, and it was a big one, but you also liked me, even as just as an employee to his boss." He reached up to cup his face with both hands. "You and me, Ianto, we're not based on a lie."
The younger man felt his breath catch in his chest and Jack smiled up at him. By the time Ianto found his voice again, Jack's fingers were busy undoing the buttons on his shirt. "Jack, I -- "
"Peace, I will stop your mouth," Jack quoted, tugging Ianto down by his shirt lapels and kissing him firmly.
Ianto knocked the book off the bed, enjoying the thonk it made against the floor.
Shakespeare was so totally overrated.
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Date: 2008-07-13 06:16 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-13 10:13 pm (UTC)And that icon makes me giggle. Oh Gareth.
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Date: 2008-07-13 08:44 am (UTC)Oh adn I love the icon.
~*~Temma~*~
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Date: 2008-07-13 09:36 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-13 12:04 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-13 09:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-13 02:06 pm (UTC)Though I have to agree with Ianto about the tragedies. (And the histories? DRY reading, though they're not bad onstage.)
Oh, and Shakespeare is totally a fandom.
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Date: 2008-07-13 09:30 pm (UTC)Tragedy is always funnier. I don't know why, but it is.
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Date: 2008-07-13 10:17 pm (UTC)Plus, it ain't happening to YOU.
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Date: 2008-07-13 10:23 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-13 04:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-13 09:13 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2008-07-15 02:53 pm (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2008-07-16 03:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-06-17 04:17 pm (UTC)Sorry, but I read incredible fiction all the time - you're one of the best authors I know - so it's the little random things that I love.
I don't even know why it made me smile. But it really did.
Thank you =]
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Date: 2009-06-19 08:36 am (UTC)