Writings!

[galadriel1010]

It's my baby brother's birthday today. He's 21, so not that much of a baby, really. I'm with him in Hull, and our parents are due to leave Halifax within the next hour to come and join us here for dinner and presents and stuff. He's had lectures all day, so I've ticked off the first of my 51 cities, and tomorrow they're all going out for the day and putting me on a bus at 9 so I can go back to work in York. Le sigh. Fortunately, I have five days to go until I have a full week off, because one of my colleagues offered to cover my Thursday shift when I whined about it. This means that I can work a full day on Tuesday, possibly with more booksales training after I spend the afternoon in the stocks, go bowling with everyone after work, stay out in town until half one and get a train over to Huddersfield. Then I just have to settle into McDonalds for a couple of hours before my family will pick me up so we can go and do morris on top of a hill at dawn. Fun times.

That wasn't what this post was supposed to be about, though. Rick is doing Camp NaNo, and we did a bit of writings yesterday. Every single word of it will be scrapped, but it's all for CaseStory, so I'm hoping that my artist will do art for those scenes instead of my slightly clumsy prose. My mind is being consumed by an angsty romance, though, and I just want the time to write it. The Jack/Ianto bug, never far away, is back with a vengeance. What do you want me to write? Throw ideas at me, and I'll have a go at writing short (1000-ish word) stories that don't turn into NaNo length mammoths, like my bingo fics inevitably do. One day I'll finish the fairy fic that turned into the steampunk fantasy romance...

Mostly, though, I am typing this because I am too cold to think. My brother has his house thermostated to 15 degrees, which is shivering temperatures for someone who works in a kitchen. We work at closer to 30 degrees. Bah. I want to go back to bed and be warm.

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[eldarwannabe.livejournal.com]

Jack and Ianto and bunnies.

(Ok, there could be better ideas, but I'm commenting on the fly!) ♥

This is ridiculous

[fiwen1010.livejournal.com]

The lilo bounced again and Ianto growled into his pillow and grabbed at the duvet to hold it close as protection against the sudden invasion of frigid air. Jack made a wordless, placating noise, reaching into the pile for what he probably thought was Ianto's shoulder. A moment later the sound of a zip cut through the quiet, and the temperature plummeted further.

"Jack," Ianto muttered through clenched teeth, cracking one eye open. "It's not even light yet."

"I heard something," he murmured. He leaned forwards, dislodging the duvet further, and opened the outer door. Weak pre-dawn light lit the small tent, and the smell of grass and sheep intensified. "Well," he said, "I found the source of the noise."

"Sheep?"

"Rabbits."

He rolled over and knelt up next to Jack, pulling the door back to see. Cold air slapped against hid face, and a swarm of rabbits, stretching all the way down the field to the hedge boundary, ignored them completely.

"I hate you. You woke me for rabbits?"

Jack dragged the duvet up around them again and pulled Ianto close. He was warm from their cocoon still and Ianto gave in with a sigh, settling down against him.

"If you hated me," Jack whispered, "you wouldn't be whispering. Spoiling the moment wouldn't matter."

"It's for the rabbits," he insisted. "They haven't done anything to raise my ire."

Jack chuckled. "Maybe the rabbits are the moment."

"Shut up." Ianto yawned hugely and rested his head on Jack's shoulder. "I suppose... we might as well watch the sun come up now, seeing as we're here."

"Yeah." Jack's head rested on top of his. "I said you didn't hate me."

short story prompt

[littleni.livejournal.com]

Jack Ianto and the 'I don't want to get out of bed' day.