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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.
NOTES:
[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.
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.
NOTES:
[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.
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"Where did you learn how to do that?" He hopes it isn't one of those questions that Jack considers off-limits.
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All of a sudden, it hits him how tired he is. How much that sort of thing takes out of a person, how careful he had to be while immersed in Ianto's mind, how he really has no concept of how much time has passed since he first started. He hasn't been sleeping very well lately either, not that he ever needs to sleep much. He takes in a deep breath, letting it out slowly, trying not to look or sound as weary as he feels - a bit closer to his real age than usual. "Some of us got special training. Didn't think much of it at the time. Comes in handy now and then, though."
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If they hadn't, Ianto might have gone mad. At least for a time. Even now his mind feels bruised and battered, but it's an improvement on what it had been like before. The idea of being forced to let that kind of damage heal naturally, taking the slow road, is appalling now that he knows how much intervention can help. Without it, how long would he have spent wondering how bad the damage was, or whether or not he was still being influenced somehow? Would he have ever known one way or another, or wondered his whole life if he had been irrevocably changed without his consent or knowledge?
Tangling his legs with Jack's, his eyelids begin to droop. If he doesn't notice Jack's weariness, it's only because he's suddenly so tired himself. It makes sense, of course. He's been days with only fitful, brief stints of sleep, plagued by stress and worry, and the last day had been hell. A moment's peace had been out of the question, much less sleep. And now that he's laying down, after that terrible ordeal and the tension of having Jack in his head, it's all catching up to him very quickly.
It's less than a minute before he's out completely, dead to the world.
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Jack lays there holding Ianto as the other man's breathing slows and he falls into unconsciousness. There had been times over the last few days when Jack had almost let himself despair into thinking that he wouldn't ever have this moment again. That the other man would be lost to him forever, and then once Morgoth had started filling his head with those images, that he was lost to the world never mind only to Jack. To have him here again, to hold him close and listen to him breathe. It is a moment to be treasured. Jack tries hard not to think about the other similar moments he has spent, treasuring Ianto's life. He tries hard not to think about the times to come, when those moments of memory will be all he has. For now he focuses on the here and now. Ianto is safe. He is recovering, day by day. Jack himself will help him through it all. He will never let someone take him away again, not if he has any say in the matter.
Eventually, Jack's eyelids begin to sink as well. Just because he is immortal does not mean he doesn't need rest sometimes, and he's had a lot taken out of him in the past few days as well. He nuzzles closer to the other man, tightening his arms slightly, and lets the sound of Ianto's soft breathing slowly carry him away himself.