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galactic_conmanTitle: Faded shapes and nightmares.
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Character/Pairing: Jack
Prompt List: Beauty Within and Without
Prompt: Aureus
Rating: pg if you stare.
Word Count: 140
Author's Notes: Parting of the ways spoilers for Doctor Who, Everything Changes for Torchwood.
Summary: When Jack can't sleep, he thinks. He thinks far too much.
True, perfect golden light, faded shapes and nightmares waiting to be imagined. Though most weren't simple nightmares. They certainly weren't imagined either. They were memories. Memoires best forgotten. Things that had been lived through and in a way were still being lived through.
The golden light was what had brought him back, the only thing that made sense. The only thing he was left with that didn't leave, he didn't want to leave. It was a last reminder of her. Of them. How things had been. Though in the same way it was a gift it was a curse.
True, perfect golden light.
Life.
Jack seemed to have an excess of it. He couldn't stay dead because of it. He turned over and tried not to think about her, them, anything. He just wished he could finally get some rest.
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Character/Pairing: Jack
Prompt List: Beauty Within and Without
Prompt: Aureus
Rating: pg if you stare.
Word Count: 140
Author's Notes: Parting of the ways spoilers for Doctor Who, Everything Changes for Torchwood.
Summary: When Jack can't sleep, he thinks. He thinks far too much.
True, perfect golden light, faded shapes and nightmares waiting to be imagined. Though most weren't simple nightmares. They certainly weren't imagined either. They were memories. Memoires best forgotten. Things that had been lived through and in a way were still being lived through.
The golden light was what had brought him back, the only thing that made sense. The only thing he was left with that didn't leave, he didn't want to leave. It was a last reminder of her. Of them. How things had been. Though in the same way it was a gift it was a curse.
True, perfect golden light.
Life.
Jack seemed to have an excess of it. He couldn't stay dead because of it. He turned over and tried not to think about her, them, anything. He just wished he could finally get some rest.
