Rec: Scylla and Charybdis
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Title: Scylla and Charybdis, Five Variations on an Inspiration: Jack Harkness
Author: Salieri
Genre: Angst, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: None given by the author.
Status: Complete
Length: 3,000 words.
Warnings: obliqueness, twistibrainedness
Comment or Excerpt from fic: It's really hard to describe this fic. The author did it in one when they said it was "twisty". It's a time travel story, and lovely and angsty and ephemeral - one of those ones where things loop back in on themselves. It's Jack and Ianto, and it's poetic and a bit like a gaping wound.
“You look so young,” Ianto says, not evading the question, really, although Natan can’t follow the logic.
Still, though, that makes Natan smile. “Yeah?” Almost against his will, his gaze drifts over Ianto’s shoulder to check out his reflection again.
“Younger than me, even.”
Something in Ianto’s voice, a sort of puzzled wonder, calls his attention back. Natan asks, “How old are you, anyway?” It’s hard to tell. Ianto’s face is young but his eyes are old.
“Twenty-eight.” A pause. “Three thousand.”
Author: Salieri
Genre: Angst, Romance
Rating: PG-13
Summary: None given by the author.
Status: Complete
Length: 3,000 words.
Warnings: obliqueness, twistibrainedness
Comment or Excerpt from fic: It's really hard to describe this fic. The author did it in one when they said it was "twisty". It's a time travel story, and lovely and angsty and ephemeral - one of those ones where things loop back in on themselves. It's Jack and Ianto, and it's poetic and a bit like a gaping wound.
“You look so young,” Ianto says, not evading the question, really, although Natan can’t follow the logic.
Still, though, that makes Natan smile. “Yeah?” Almost against his will, his gaze drifts over Ianto’s shoulder to check out his reflection again.
“Younger than me, even.”
Something in Ianto’s voice, a sort of puzzled wonder, calls his attention back. Natan asks, “How old are you, anyway?” It’s hard to tell. Ianto’s face is young but his eyes are old.
“Twenty-eight.” A pause. “Three thousand.”
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