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Ianto Jones ([personal profile] coffeeking) wrote in [community profile] ataraxionlogs2014-04-28 10:42 am

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CHARACTERS: Ianto Jones, OPEN
LOCATION: The Gardens
WARNINGS: Minor depictions of PTSD and Stockholm Syndrome, mentions of physical and mental abuse, cannibalism and body horror
SUMMARY: Ianto is back on the TQ, only a little worse for wear physically after the rescue team stormed Melkor's base. Now he has to work through the mental and emotional aftermath.
NOTES: Responses may be from both Ianto and Jack. Former captives are especially welcome!


They've temporarily relocated to the gardens, he and Jack. On finally returning to the Tranquility, Ianto had surprised even himself by nearly panicking at the enclosed dimness of their quarters. He'd insisted on checking on Myfanwy in a way that had fooled absolutely no one, especially not Jack, and they'd headed to the gardens immediately. Ianto had needed the light, the open brightness.

His wrists and neck are still chafed and sore, bite marks having broken open the skin around his wrists where he'd tried to chew through his bonds. He'd refused to go to the medbay and have it all bandaged; he didn't need medical attention, not like the others did. Jack had ultimately insisted on bandaging it all himself and Ianto had acquiesced.

He keeps close to Jack at all times, partially out of an unspoken fear that they'll be forcefully parted again, partially because he knows Jack can't be as alright as he's pretending to be, not after what Melkor did to him.

And that, he thinks, is his fault too. A lot of things are his fault. The worst of it is that there's some small part of him that feels bad for betraying Melkor. And that's crazy, it's some kind of bizarre misplaced sympathy, but knowing that doesn't help get rid of it.

As he recalls the almost crazed need he'd had to get back to the Tranquility, he wonders what else has been done to his mind.


CHARACTERS: Godric, Eric, Thranduil, Seraphim, generally OPEN to garden inhabitants
LOCATION: The Gardens
WARNINGS: Depictions and mentions of mental and emotional trauma
SUMMARY: Godric set out to rescue his progeny and his bonded from Melkor, and now they're back safely if not entirely alright. Torn between keeping an eye on both, he's brought Seraphim to the gardens to stay with them.
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[A] Being torn between two bonds is something that can fray the nerves of even the strongest vampire. Eric would be his priority in most cases, but Eric is with Thranduil for now, something that gives him leave enough to focus on Seraphim.

Only after being assured that she's none the worse for wear does he go with her to collect some of her things, insisting that she remain close to him for now. She gives no protest, still shaken from her experience. Godric can feel it, the tremors along their bond less than they had been, but still not entirely settled. She likely won't be fully settled for some time yet.

[B] Once Godric is assured that Seraphim is settled nearby, he seeks out his child. Eric's emotional state has been battering him through their bond for so long that he itches to be near him, to take the pain and torment from him. Thranduil's presence is a boon, and a great comfort. He expects to find them together.
51stcentury: (sad jack)

[personal profile] 51stcentury 2014-04-29 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
No, Jack isn't really doing all that well himself, and he's pretending to be better than he is, but Ianto's troubles are more immediate. Ianto's troubles can be more immediately dealt with. Ianto was the one who had been kidnapped and held hostage by Melkor, after all. Jack had remained in relative safety, up until the end. Even if that end had been pretty horrific. Ianto had been there through even that. And he had had to keep a cool head and get him out, when everything was going down, and Jack himself was still incapable of taking care of himself.

Jack had been able to see right through the insisting to check on Myfanwy. He can see that Ianto is worried, as well, has been worried since he came back. Worried about him, about his ability, about the fact that more people know about his ability now, that they should be able to put two and two together if any of them were really paying attention. And it would have been pretty hard to miss the fact that he had been dead back there, with the whole insides on the outside part that was going on there. He can see that he's been hurt, and not just on the outside, where he'd managed to finally convince Ianto to let him bandage him up. He knows it has something to do with Melkor, and himself. He's just not sure what it is, and won't until Ianto talks to him about it.

He wants to apologize to Ianto. He wants to talk to him, tell him something, tell him that it'll be okay...? That he's sorry, that he's proud of him, that he never meant for something like that to happen, that Melkor had surpassed even Jack's expectations of horrible things that he might do to him. But he hasn't quite managed to find the words just yet. So they have set up camp in the gardens for now, and they need to talk about things, they really do. But Jack's never been very good about this whole talking thing. It's always been a lot easier said than done.
51stcentury: (sad hug)

[personal profile] 51stcentury 2014-04-29 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
Jack has been pretty afraid of what might visit him in his dreams as well, has been lying awake pretty much ever since he revived from his death on Arima and they got back to the Tranquility. Part of it is because he isn't ready to face what he knows is coming for him when he does dream, yes, but the other part is because he knows if he does sleep and he does dream, Ianto will feel the need to try and support him through it, and he can tell that Ianto's barely managing to support himself through what happened, never mind Jack and his own issues.

And so they find themselves lying there, and Jack knows that Ianto's awake as he holds him close, but it isn't until he speaks that he knows what's really on his mind. "Shh," Jack says, softly, moving to push himself up to look at Ianto, although his arm is still around the other man, "hey. It's alright. What do you have to be sorry for?"
51stcentury: (ianto chin hand)

[personal profile] 51stcentury 2014-04-29 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"Hey," Jack soothes, gently rubbing Ianto's back gently, knowing where he's going with that thought and not liking it in the least. "That wasn't your fault, alright? I knew exactly who I was going to run into when I walked into that place. If you hadn't sent out that message, we would have never been able to find you. Find the others." It was a good, brave thing that Ianto did, knowing that he could get caught for it, knowing that things could go wrong (and wrong they did go), but fighting the good fight anyway.

Jack rubs Ianto's back some more before he reaches a hand to tip his face up to meet his eyes. "Nothing that he did to anyone was your fault, especially not what happened to me." He wants to make that abundantly clear - what happened to him was horrible, but he'd do it all over again if it meant saving them, getting Ianto out of there and back to relative safety, here in his arms as he is.

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can i get both of u for that ungodly scare

[personal profile] anybodies 2014-05-11 03:19 am (UTC)(link)
Little the worse for wear herself, especially compared to several of the other Tranquility passengers, Raven has been careful to observe her fellows.

Charles went a little bugfuck, you see, and while she's had rather complicated feelings about humans with pretty mutations lately, that doesn't mean she'd wish upon them lugubrious drunken depression that seems to be plaguing her brother in the days since the return. Or worse, the eerie compulsions that Charles had suffered before the onset of his mood symptoms-- and worse than that, even, the probable traumatic symptoms that the kidnappees no doubt must be suffering. The days after the Cuban Missile Crisis, she'd had a hard time sleeping; every time she closed her eyes, she saw fifty warheads suspended in the air, growing their shadows across the sea...

She might feel a little responsible for some of the abductees, too. After all, she bore them across her shoulders, traded burdens, promised to help them with their dead-- and followed through. Raven may be tentative with her alliances to the non-mutants, these days, but follow through has always been important to her. She's in the garden now, twisting her red-haired head to and fro, searching the trees for familiar faces.

"Heather," she calls out, stepping past the shadow of a tree. "Mr. Ianto?"
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[personal profile] 51stcentury 2014-05-13 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
Jack wasn't conscious (or alive) the last time Raven had been around, but Ianto obviously recognizes her, and there are a lot of things that Ianto has been privy to in the last few days that Jack himself has not, the time when he was dead a pretty big number one on that list. Her appearance doesn't strike nearly as surprising an image as it might for others, considering Jack came from a time when aliens and humans were living (and sleeping) together all across the universe.

He doesn't miss the way that Ianto leans closer towards him as she approaches and he snakes his arm around Ianto's waist supportively, smiling cautiously as he looks between the pair of them. "No miss anyone here, I'm afraid, other than yourself," he says, trying to lighten the mood a little.
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look my perfect icon for this

[personal profile] anybodies 2014-05-16 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh, great. Hey." The long line of her arm shows around the trunk of a tree as she circles around a low-lying brush, takes a hop over a boulder to cut the shortest path toward the two men. Of course, she doesn't recognize Jack's voice, but Ianto's comes to her easily enough. She's heard it a few times, by now. Cloyed by smoke, stricken with concern.

She'd have a charming line or three about the way they're finally meeting, for once, under pleasant circumstances, but when she steps into view Jack comes into view.

Shock stops her mouth open, vacuums a gasp into her lungs. She claps her scaly hands over her mouth hard enough to feel like a punch in the teeth for an ordinary person, probably, but she's not ordinary, she's only very extremely aghast at the man who fills her yellow eyes with the distinct memory of a corpse's weight across her back. The reek of death. Flames. She'd been thinking the whole time, how stupid Erik would tell her this was, collecting the dead. Not even mutant dead.

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[personal profile] majestyofthethrone 2014-04-29 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
She is not so good at shaking things off; she never has been. Even when she was a little girl, it was always Grigori who was better at those things, it was always Grigori who was more capable, stronger. She was always just a little bit more delicate. But that exacerbated recently, with the ship, and then with this kidnapping, or whatever it was.

She brings her violin and her notebook, and extra chalk, plus some clothes, and keeps one hand clamped on Godric's the entire way. Whatever she felt about him, the odd feelings of sex, the dreams that shook her up so completely, they're behind her. She's always trusted him but now what she feels is stronger, there's a dependency there, and she's going to stay with him for a while. She knows it.

Once she's set her things down, she sits nearby him, legs crossed on the ground.

Is Eric all right?

She starts there because it is easier, because Eric is important to Godric so in turn his state is important to her.
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[personal profile] faderbroderson 2014-04-29 01:19 am (UTC)(link)
"No," he replies, a deep regret in his voice despite squeezing her hand gently in reassurance. "But he will be. He's with Thranduil at the moment, and I trust no one more to look after him. For now, I want to ensure you're comfortable here. Do you know any of the elves?"
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[personal profile] majestyofthethrone 2014-04-29 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
She shakes her head at his question. She's seen them, of course, there isn't a passenger on board who hasn't, but she's never spoken to any of them. They have vastly different interests, maybe.

I can really stay here with you? You don't mind, right?

She writes it out quickly, and fidgets a bit, before she erases it.

I'm so tired of being afraid.
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[personal profile] faderbroderson 2014-04-29 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
He tucks a strand of hair behind her ear before cupping her cheek, a reassuring gesture.

"You needn't be afraid here. I'll be close by at all times, and I'll bring the elves over to introduce you. You'll like them, and they'll help to protect you just as I will."

The truth is none of them are safe, not ever, but that isn't a reality Seraphim is prepared to deal with. It's a reality Godric will do his best to protect her from, just as he intends to protect her from anyone who would do her harm.
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[personal profile] majestyofthethrone 2014-04-29 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)
She rests her face in his hand a moment - it's not quite like resting her face in Sirius Black's hand, because there's always an element of something fake there. It's not love like a romantic love that she feels for Godric (but there is an uncomfortable element of it, because of the bond, that she likes to ignore) but something that's harder to pinpoint, much more difficult to describe.

You keep saving me. I owe you so much.

It's not an easy debt, or something so easily defined as quid pro quo, but it's a fact.

She smiles, though, when she holds it up for him to read.

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[personal profile] doesntdohumble 2014-04-29 12:57 am (UTC)(link)
Eric is settled on Thranduil's bed. It's where they had set him up, when they had returned to the flets upon coming back to the ship, and he hasn't really moved from that spot since. Godric had been settling Seraphim in to her new environment - new for now at least - and Thranduil is distracted with his son, for the moment, see that he is taken care of. There are more immediate concerns than himself and his problems, his weaknesses, and that's just as well for Eric. He doesn't know how to face his bondsmate right now, knowing that he is in part responsible for what happened to Legolas. What if Thranduil finds out that he was involved? What if he cannot forgive him for it? Then he has failed him twice over. Eric sinks further back against the headboard, feeling the lowest of the low, unaware that his maker is headed his way.
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[personal profile] faderbroderson 2014-04-29 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
Godric slips into the room, padding silently over to Eric. Settling onto the bed, he cups Eric's face, tracing his jaw gently. There's stubble there, more than Eric usually prefers. They can take care of that later, when Eric is feeling more himself. For now, there are more immediate things that demand Godric's attention.

"Mitt barn," he intones softly, affection clear in his voice. "You have not fed."
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[personal profile] doesntdohumble 2014-04-29 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
Eric shakes his head. No, he hasn't fed. Not in a long while. In fact, he can't quite remember when the last time he fed was. It wasn't like they were particularly concerned with seeing that he was cared for, while he was under the corruption. "It wasn't high on their list of priorities," he comments, softly, which is true at least. There were captives, which they were torturing psychologically for the most part, and corrupted, which weren't there to be vampire snacks. But there's another point to be factored into the equation, an amendment to the statement.

"I wasn't high on their list of priorities." He was the hound, after all. Hounds are fed when it's convenient for the master, when the master says they should be fed, not when the hound gets hungry.
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[personal profile] faderbroderson 2014-04-29 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
"He is dead," he reminds Eric firmly, knowing there was no they that extended past Melkor's own will. "And you are the highest on my list of priorities."

He bares his neck, gently coaxing Eric to lean close. "Feed from me, my Viking. I have human blood for you, but feed from me first."

Remind yourself who you truly belong to, he thinks. You were never really his.

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[personal profile] elvenking 2014-04-29 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
They haven't actually been snogging all this time. That is important.

They are, however, snogging now. That is more important, where Godric is concerned. Because at the moment when he walks in, Thranduil is not sure whose tongue is down whose throat anymore. The Elvenking has his arms tightly around Eric as if an atom's width of air is too much space between them, lounging back on the pillows stacked on his bed. Since. Snogging while sitting up becomes a little dull after a time.
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[personal profile] faderbroderson 2014-04-29 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
Godric suspects, before he arrives, what's happening inside. He can feel the waves of contentment, of lust and love coming from his child. His curiosity gets the better of him, and he stops inside the doorway, smiling broadly. This has been a long time coming, and after the terrors of Arima, it's truly a sight for sore eyes.
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[personal profile] doesntdohumble 2014-04-29 04:29 am (UTC)(link)
Eric is rather enjoying the taste of Thranduil's mouth, the smell of his skin and hair from this close. Maybe Thranduil relearning how to kiss, but he's an eager student and a quick study and Eric has no problems helping him along. He's a bit of a natural anyway, all things considered. Eric certainly didn't tell him to wrap his arms around him like that, but it's certainly not a bad way to go about all of this.

Eric becomes aware of Godric watching them in the doorway somewhere in the middle of their kiss, and cannot for the life of him figure out how long his maker might have been standing there, smiling like that. Godric is a vampire, after all, and can be very light on his feet when he wants to be, and Eric was rather otherwise preoccupied, as far as noticing his arrival was concerned. He does not want to break the kiss but he knows this is something that they should speak on, so he pulls back with a reluctant lass press of his lips to Thranduil's before he leans his head forward to rest on Thranduil's shoulder.

"Godric, I know you are there..." he says, without much of an introduction into the conversation otherwise.
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Thranduil is not so accustomed to being caught making out, especially not in this state of...excitement. All the blood that was headed downstairs is going to his face now. He turns his face away from Godric in clear embarrassment, head still spinning a little from oxygen deprivation and a sudden awakening of libido. It's like he's an adolescent again. Deep breath in, deep breath out. Both hands are rubbing Eric's back without even thinking about it.

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