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mtxref_fic) wrote2013-05-01 11:43 pm
mtxref_fic) wrote2013-05-01 11:43 pm
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[Torchwood] "Life Circling Life" (G)
Author's Note: Written for tw100's Challenge #281 - Lepidoptera; a bit more angsty than the last time, but heartfelt.
His team, like a flock of butterflies, compared to him: Gwen, the Swallowtail, bold and beautiful, soaring high and free; Tosh, the Greystreak, seemingly plain yet elegant in her own way; Owen, the Red Admiral, flashy and seemingly garish, but delightful; and Ianto, the Monarch, the one who'd kept coming back, time after time, as if on a migratory route.
They would fade, he would see them fall away one day, while he endured, motionless as a Higgs-Boson particle. And yet they relieved the shadows of his life, the way they glowed with life and color, making his winter into spring.
His team, like a flock of butterflies, compared to him: Gwen, the Swallowtail, bold and beautiful, soaring high and free; Tosh, the Greystreak, seemingly plain yet elegant in her own way; Owen, the Red Admiral, flashy and seemingly garish, but delightful; and Ianto, the Monarch, the one who'd kept coming back, time after time, as if on a migratory route.
They would fade, he would see them fall away one day, while he endured, motionless as a Higgs-Boson particle. And yet they relieved the shadows of his life, the way they glowed with life and color, making his winter into spring.