![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lullabellePost a sentence (or paragraph) or two from as many of your WIPs as you want, with no explanation attached.
"Think quietly." Can he hear what I'm thinking? Oh, God, he can hear what I'm thinking. I'm going to think something embarrassing, or worse, something mean. Or maybe not worse, because I don't think there's much I've thought about Jack that I haven't said right to his face at one point or another. Is Ianto affected by this, too, because I'm pretty sure I can insult him without breaking a sweat, like he'll hear me thinking that shirt he's wearing is really not his color, the light green doesn't go with his almost unbelievably pale face, I wonder if he's related to Casper, the whole ensemble makes him look seasick. And usually he has such good taste in clothes. Oh, shouldn't think that either, he might think you're implying he's gay, God forbid, as if that he's shagging Jack isn't implication enough. Oh, fuck, Jack can hear me. Jack's looking at me. Whatever you do, don't think of Jack naked.
She immediately thought of Jack naked.
***
She pressed the translator against her copy of A Tale of Two Cities (she never had been able to finish that book) and then to her computer. She watched as it was uploaded, the device converting words on pages to words in a PDF file. Of course, she'd still have to take the time to read it.
She gave the translator a long, considering glance. If it could translate speech to text, and text to file, she wondered.... Before she had a chance to change her mind, she raised the device up and placed it to her temple.
Oh.
***
This meant it was left to the denizens of the Hub to give him a way to release his anger.
Tosh got a free pass. He didn't want someone to cry at him. He wanted someone to hit back.
He was disappointed by Ianto. After three days of trying, of flinging little barbs, dropping coffee mugs, and being a general prat, Ianto had still not thrown a punch. Owen had known it would take some work, now that if he was injured he would be unable to heal, but instead of being drawn into a confrontation, Ianto had just become adept at avoiding Owen like the plague.
He cornered Gwen in the cells.
***
"I think you're even worse off than me." Gwen was using the rail to pull herself upright. She didn't think she could stand without assistance, the whole room tilted and swirled. Ianto was just across from her, sprawled out across the couch.
"I think I got a bigger dose. Whatever pixie dust that thing puked at us, I got a reeeeeally good whiff of it."
"Need to get to Jack. Could be side effects. Might be toxic."
Ianto nodded and forced himself up into a sitting position. His first attempt to stand ended up with him on his hands and knees in a not altogether unfamiliar position, but he did eventually manage to get upright.
"Think quietly." Can he hear what I'm thinking? Oh, God, he can hear what I'm thinking. I'm going to think something embarrassing, or worse, something mean. Or maybe not worse, because I don't think there's much I've thought about Jack that I haven't said right to his face at one point or another. Is Ianto affected by this, too, because I'm pretty sure I can insult him without breaking a sweat, like he'll hear me thinking that shirt he's wearing is really not his color, the light green doesn't go with his almost unbelievably pale face, I wonder if he's related to Casper, the whole ensemble makes him look seasick. And usually he has such good taste in clothes. Oh, shouldn't think that either, he might think you're implying he's gay, God forbid, as if that he's shagging Jack isn't implication enough. Oh, fuck, Jack can hear me. Jack's looking at me. Whatever you do, don't think of Jack naked.
She immediately thought of Jack naked.
***
She pressed the translator against her copy of A Tale of Two Cities (she never had been able to finish that book) and then to her computer. She watched as it was uploaded, the device converting words on pages to words in a PDF file. Of course, she'd still have to take the time to read it.
She gave the translator a long, considering glance. If it could translate speech to text, and text to file, she wondered.... Before she had a chance to change her mind, she raised the device up and placed it to her temple.
Oh.
***
This meant it was left to the denizens of the Hub to give him a way to release his anger.
Tosh got a free pass. He didn't want someone to cry at him. He wanted someone to hit back.
He was disappointed by Ianto. After three days of trying, of flinging little barbs, dropping coffee mugs, and being a general prat, Ianto had still not thrown a punch. Owen had known it would take some work, now that if he was injured he would be unable to heal, but instead of being drawn into a confrontation, Ianto had just become adept at avoiding Owen like the plague.
He cornered Gwen in the cells.
***
"I think you're even worse off than me." Gwen was using the rail to pull herself upright. She didn't think she could stand without assistance, the whole room tilted and swirled. Ianto was just across from her, sprawled out across the couch.
"I think I got a bigger dose. Whatever pixie dust that thing puked at us, I got a reeeeeally good whiff of it."
"Need to get to Jack. Could be side effects. Might be toxic."
Ianto nodded and forced himself up into a sitting position. His first attempt to stand ended up with him on his hands and knees in a not altogether unfamiliar position, but he did eventually manage to get upright.
