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[#79] SNOW DAY (TORCHWOOD)
Theme Prompt: #79 - First snow
Title: Snow day
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Everyone loves a snowy Sunday morning.
Ianto loved Sunday mornings. Sunday mornings were the new kind of normal that took some getting used to. He'd never had Sunday mornings off before. Well, he had, but he'd always chosen to get up and go to work regardless. There was always something that needed doing, and if not, a backlog of everything else. If he was lucky, Jack might not even notice he was there for the first few hours, giving him free reign to get stuff done. He might even be off on one of his mystery errands which was the polite way of describing a case that Jack still had no idea about but didn't want to involve the rest of them lest it turn out to be something they couldn't, or shouldn't, ever know about.
You'll have to do all that sneaky investigating some other time, Ianto thought, unable to suppress a small grin as he curled over in bed, hearing Jack's snores ring out in metronomic regularity. For someone who claimed he didn't sleep much, he made up for it in spades when his head hit the plump pillows of Ianto's bed. He took it as a positive sign that subconsciously, Jack found Ianto's flat to be the one safe place in the city where he could finally relax and push aside all his burdens. He'd never say it out loud, but those snores were evidence enough for Ianto. And that he now insisted they take Sundays off as part of a regular, healthy working and personal relationship saver, was just a bonus.
He expected to hear a second set of snores, but in between Jack's dream-filled, highly audible respirations, there was only silence. Ianto sat up, looking for the mound of black fur that usually occupied their bed, particularly on cold nights. He'd long since given up on the strict rule that said dogs slept on their nice bed in the corner of the room. He didn't even mind so much waking up with that warm furry body pressed to his side, just so long as its muzzle wasn't breathing straight in his face.
If Buddy wasn't in their room, he must already be up, which meant he was no doubt itching to go outside and relieve himself. Much as he was loathe to leave the comfort of his duvet, he knew the consequences of leaving a dog to fret by the door. The bed would still be here afterwards.
He padded sleepily down the stairs, not taking much notice of anything in the still slightly dark house. Winter mornings left the house dark most of the day. Cardiff just wasn't in the habit of granting them daylight this time of year.
As expected, the black labrador was sitting by the back door, waiting for someone to let it out. He wagged his tail at the sight of Ianto and stood, eagerly awaiting release. Ianto was instead transfixed by the view outside the large glass sliding door. Everything in the backyard was covered in a thin layer of white. Cardiff didn't normally get snow and hadn't for years. Too close to the bay, and Ianto had read somewhere that snow didn't like forming near salt water. Not today, though. It wasn't enough to be a nuisance, needing shoveling or clogging up the roads, just enough to make everything pretty.
He pushed open the sliding door, expecting the dog to go sliding out between his legs like it usually did. Instead, Buddy paused at the threshold, suddenly confused as to where the paving and green grass had disappeared to. It was a moment that clearly said “I've never seen anything like this before”.
‘It's okay, it's just a little snow.’ It must have been confusing for a dog to suddenly have all those familiar smells buried under a layer of snow.
Buddy stepped out and Ianto could see the way he jumped a little at the sudden realisation that the white stuff was cold on his paws. It didn't take long however for him to get used to the sensation, trotting around and exploring this new thing. He found a little patch of green that had missed being dusted and sniffed around in it, confirming this was still his yard. Ianto laughed when he came back to report his findings.
‘Buddy, you've got snow on your nose,’ he said, amused by the little pile of white on the tip of that very black nose, and brushing it off. Buddy didn't seem perturbed by it, going back to stick his nose into other little drifts, looking for things that smelled good. He delighted in being able to dig holes in it without Ianto yelling at him, and eventually found his ball which had been thoroughly concealed by the overnight dumping, bringing it back so that Ianto would toss it away again for him to retrieve. He barked at Ianto, a call to arms that asked him why he wasn't coming out to join in the playing, instead remaining standing by the door.
Something grabbed Ianto from behind and there was a thick dressing gown being draped over his shoulders as Jack hugged around his middle. He hadn't bothered with it, or even slippers, thinking he'd only be gone a few minutes. Jack must have thought he was mad standing there in bare feet, inches from subzero temperatures. ‘You're letting all the cold air in,’ he complained without much conviction.
‘Just watching our puppy enjoy his first snow. He wasn't all that sure about it, but now I think we're going to have a hard time getting him to come back inside.’
Jack peered over his shoulder and laughed. ‘Buddy! You've got snow on your nose!’ Ianto chuckled. They were becoming more like each other by the day.
‘I love a snow day,’ Ianto said.
‘Me too,’ Jack agreed. ‘Stuck inside all day is the perfect excuse for staying in bed. And doing whatever is necessary to keep warm.’
Ianto nodded. Completely on the same wavelength.
Title: Snow day
Fandom: Torchwood
Rating/Warnings: PG.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary: Everyone loves a snowy Sunday morning.
Ianto loved Sunday mornings. Sunday mornings were the new kind of normal that took some getting used to. He'd never had Sunday mornings off before. Well, he had, but he'd always chosen to get up and go to work regardless. There was always something that needed doing, and if not, a backlog of everything else. If he was lucky, Jack might not even notice he was there for the first few hours, giving him free reign to get stuff done. He might even be off on one of his mystery errands which was the polite way of describing a case that Jack still had no idea about but didn't want to involve the rest of them lest it turn out to be something they couldn't, or shouldn't, ever know about.
You'll have to do all that sneaky investigating some other time, Ianto thought, unable to suppress a small grin as he curled over in bed, hearing Jack's snores ring out in metronomic regularity. For someone who claimed he didn't sleep much, he made up for it in spades when his head hit the plump pillows of Ianto's bed. He took it as a positive sign that subconsciously, Jack found Ianto's flat to be the one safe place in the city where he could finally relax and push aside all his burdens. He'd never say it out loud, but those snores were evidence enough for Ianto. And that he now insisted they take Sundays off as part of a regular, healthy working and personal relationship saver, was just a bonus.
He expected to hear a second set of snores, but in between Jack's dream-filled, highly audible respirations, there was only silence. Ianto sat up, looking for the mound of black fur that usually occupied their bed, particularly on cold nights. He'd long since given up on the strict rule that said dogs slept on their nice bed in the corner of the room. He didn't even mind so much waking up with that warm furry body pressed to his side, just so long as its muzzle wasn't breathing straight in his face.
If Buddy wasn't in their room, he must already be up, which meant he was no doubt itching to go outside and relieve himself. Much as he was loathe to leave the comfort of his duvet, he knew the consequences of leaving a dog to fret by the door. The bed would still be here afterwards.
He padded sleepily down the stairs, not taking much notice of anything in the still slightly dark house. Winter mornings left the house dark most of the day. Cardiff just wasn't in the habit of granting them daylight this time of year.
As expected, the black labrador was sitting by the back door, waiting for someone to let it out. He wagged his tail at the sight of Ianto and stood, eagerly awaiting release. Ianto was instead transfixed by the view outside the large glass sliding door. Everything in the backyard was covered in a thin layer of white. Cardiff didn't normally get snow and hadn't for years. Too close to the bay, and Ianto had read somewhere that snow didn't like forming near salt water. Not today, though. It wasn't enough to be a nuisance, needing shoveling or clogging up the roads, just enough to make everything pretty.
He pushed open the sliding door, expecting the dog to go sliding out between his legs like it usually did. Instead, Buddy paused at the threshold, suddenly confused as to where the paving and green grass had disappeared to. It was a moment that clearly said “I've never seen anything like this before”.
‘It's okay, it's just a little snow.’ It must have been confusing for a dog to suddenly have all those familiar smells buried under a layer of snow.
Buddy stepped out and Ianto could see the way he jumped a little at the sudden realisation that the white stuff was cold on his paws. It didn't take long however for him to get used to the sensation, trotting around and exploring this new thing. He found a little patch of green that had missed being dusted and sniffed around in it, confirming this was still his yard. Ianto laughed when he came back to report his findings.
‘Buddy, you've got snow on your nose,’ he said, amused by the little pile of white on the tip of that very black nose, and brushing it off. Buddy didn't seem perturbed by it, going back to stick his nose into other little drifts, looking for things that smelled good. He delighted in being able to dig holes in it without Ianto yelling at him, and eventually found his ball which had been thoroughly concealed by the overnight dumping, bringing it back so that Ianto would toss it away again for him to retrieve. He barked at Ianto, a call to arms that asked him why he wasn't coming out to join in the playing, instead remaining standing by the door.
Something grabbed Ianto from behind and there was a thick dressing gown being draped over his shoulders as Jack hugged around his middle. He hadn't bothered with it, or even slippers, thinking he'd only be gone a few minutes. Jack must have thought he was mad standing there in bare feet, inches from subzero temperatures. ‘You're letting all the cold air in,’ he complained without much conviction.
‘Just watching our puppy enjoy his first snow. He wasn't all that sure about it, but now I think we're going to have a hard time getting him to come back inside.’
Jack peered over his shoulder and laughed. ‘Buddy! You've got snow on your nose!’ Ianto chuckled. They were becoming more like each other by the day.
‘I love a snow day,’ Ianto said.
‘Me too,’ Jack agreed. ‘Stuck inside all day is the perfect excuse for staying in bed. And doing whatever is necessary to keep warm.’
Ianto nodded. Completely on the same wavelength.