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Title: From up on high
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 236 - Precarious at
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Summary: Jack's favourite spots are tricky to get to and trickier still to stay upright.
Jack clambered over the concrete ledge, thinking how inelegant he must look right now. This building simply hadn't been designed for easy access to its outermost parts. That was probably a good thing, in hindsight. They didn't want all those teenage thrillseekers attempting to crawl out onto an architectural feature that had never been built to withstand people. Jack was the exception that proved the rule.
There was just no escaping that fact that the more precarious and dangerous it was, the more he wanted to go stand out there. When he wanted time alone to think, he needed to balance it with that thrill of possible peril, or even death. That was how he'd always lived his life, teetering between happiness and danger in equal measures. Normal pedestrian existence wasn't for him and never would be.
The wind buffeted him and caught in the folds of his coat. It wanted him to fall, but he wouldn't let it. Fighting death came to him as naturally as breathing. That he gave it the opportunity so often only proved that he still wanted life over everything else. Up here was the only place he could really see the beauty of life.
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack
Author: m_findlow
Rating: PG
Length: 200 words
Content notes: None
Author notes: Written for Challenge 236 - Precarious at
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Summary: Jack's favourite spots are tricky to get to and trickier still to stay upright.
Jack clambered over the concrete ledge, thinking how inelegant he must look right now. This building simply hadn't been designed for easy access to its outermost parts. That was probably a good thing, in hindsight. They didn't want all those teenage thrillseekers attempting to crawl out onto an architectural feature that had never been built to withstand people. Jack was the exception that proved the rule.
There was just no escaping that fact that the more precarious and dangerous it was, the more he wanted to go stand out there. When he wanted time alone to think, he needed to balance it with that thrill of possible peril, or even death. That was how he'd always lived his life, teetering between happiness and danger in equal measures. Normal pedestrian existence wasn't for him and never would be.
The wind buffeted him and caught in the folds of his coat. It wanted him to fall, but he wouldn't let it. Fighting death came to him as naturally as breathing. That he gave it the opportunity so often only proved that he still wanted life over everything else. Up here was the only place he could really see the beauty of life.
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Date: 2021-07-28 08:44 pm (UTC)