drabble: At the Break of Day.
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silver_sunTitle: At the Break of Day.
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the_silver_sun
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Challenge 95: Reverse fandom challenge - Supernatural (Red Sky at Morning)
Notes: Post-Exit Wounds.
On the rooftop Ianto holds Jack close, the damp earth scent of Jack’s clothes mingle with the smoke haunted breeze.
The pre-dawn air is chill, but Ianto knows that’s not the reason they why tremble in each other’s arms.
The sun rises across the bay. Its light, grey as grief at first, brightens until the dawn cuts blood red and wound like through the remnants of the night.
Jack shivers against him, his breath ragged with exhaustion and loss. Ianto closes his eyes. It may be a new day, but right now it feels like there are no more tomorrows.
Author:
the_silver_sunCharacters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Challenge 95: Reverse fandom challenge - Supernatural (Red Sky at Morning)
Notes: Post-Exit Wounds.
On the rooftop Ianto holds Jack close, the damp earth scent of Jack’s clothes mingle with the smoke haunted breeze.
The pre-dawn air is chill, but Ianto knows that’s not the reason they why tremble in each other’s arms.
The sun rises across the bay. Its light, grey as grief at first, brightens until the dawn cuts blood red and wound like through the remnants of the night.
Jack shivers against him, his breath ragged with exhaustion and loss. Ianto closes his eyes. It may be a new day, but right now it feels like there are no more tomorrows.