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Genre: Dark, Angst
Rating: R
Summary: Evil or emptiness, which do you fear more?
Status: Complete
Length: Oneshot
Warnings: Ianto/Master (not simm!Master), non-con...kind of? Heavily implied, not explicit
Comment or Excerpt from fic: DAAAARK. It's another "what if" take after Jack leaves in End of Days. A different Master runs into Torchwood, and wants to hurt Jack. It's a real psychological twister.
Gothic. A genre or an idea—a way of life if you like, composed of different pieces of a culture’s past. Anti-imperialism, the name ‘Goth’ from the tribe which lead to the destruction of the Roman empire, a return to medievalism—architecture, myths and legends taking on new meanings, costume drama. Then it existed on a psychoanalytical level, what the humans called Freudian. Erotic, uncanny, sublime, mystic. The emergence of the so-called enlightenment. Spirituality and the dead—the supernatural. (He could have laughed—what would the humans understand of what was natural, let alone superly so.)
He liked ‘gothic’, as it was known, the feelings it seemed to generate in humans being somewhat akin to the feelings he generated himself. He was a gothic monster amid a group of idiot primitives, a Frankenstein, a Dracula. A Creator.
“Do you know anything about the Gothic, Ianto?” He asked, casually glancing over his shoulder at the stationary figure by the door.
The human raised his head and met his eyes, “No, Master.”