Challenge 830 - Indelible
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m_findlowTitle: Indelible
Character: Jack, Ianto
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 830 - Wash at ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
torchwood100
torchwood100Summary: There are some things that hot water can't wash away. A double drabble.
Some days were definitely tougher than others, Jack thought, and the worst days were the ones where he came within a hair’s breadth of losing someone. It was a dangerous job and everybody knew it, but it didn’t stop them from setting aside their own mortality to get the job done. It was one thing for Jack to put it all out there, but he could die a thousand times and live to tell the tale. His dearest friends didn’t have that luxury.
Jack cringed as he tried to gently stroke Ianto’s skin with the sponge, hearing him hiss and wince in pain despite. As much as possible Jack opted just to squeeze the water over his skin. Jack was just glad that he’d managed to coax Ianto into the bathtub at all, and not just let him go home to attempt to shower on his own. He probably had a concussion apart from anything else, but the more Jack tried to sponge away the ash and grime, the more the blackness wouldn’t budge. Underneath it was just as black from the bruises all over and no amount of hot water and bath oils was going to wash that away.
Some days were definitely tougher than others, Jack thought, and the worst days were the ones where he came within a hair’s breadth of losing someone. It was a dangerous job and everybody knew it, but it didn’t stop them from setting aside their own mortality to get the job done. It was one thing for Jack to put it all out there, but he could die a thousand times and live to tell the tale. His dearest friends didn’t have that luxury.
Jack cringed as he tried to gently stroke Ianto’s skin with the sponge, hearing him hiss and wince in pain despite. As much as possible Jack opted just to squeeze the water over his skin. Jack was just glad that he’d managed to coax Ianto into the bathtub at all, and not just let him go home to attempt to shower on his own. He probably had a concussion apart from anything else, but the more Jack tried to sponge away the ash and grime, the more the blackness wouldn’t budge. Underneath it was just as black from the bruises all over and no amount of hot water and bath oils was going to wash that away.
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Date: 2024-09-15 09:11 am (UTC)