quitehomoerotic: (General : Looking out of SUV window)
Okay, really? Ten noises I love? Isn't there a better question than that? Right, fine, I'll bite. Lets see.

1) The cog door in the Torchwood Hub as it rolls back. There's this little alarm and that sound and then the gears grind as it retracts. That thing has been there as long as the Hub has. It's almost as old as I am. But it still keeps going, through all the changes in the place, all the changes in the city, it still keeps rolling back and forth. It's a constant, just like I am. There's something nice about that, and just hearing it just makes me feel at home.

2) We've got this coffee machine in the Hub. I tell you what, all sorts of technology, alien artefacts and weaponry? Those I can operate with my eyes closed. But this thing? This thing I just can't get to grips with. I have no idea what Ianto does to it but damn does he make it work some magic. And that sound, the sound it makes when it's brewing coffee, I love that sound. And the coffee I get after it of course. (And the delivery boy isn't too bad either).

3) And while we're on the theme of the Hub, there's the sound of Myfanwy --that's our pterodactyl-- as she screeches around up near the roof. I mean, yeah, pretty ridiculous that we've got a pterodactyl, right? But she's part of the place now. Bit awkward at times, but Ianto usually knows how to sort her out. He's got a way with her.

4) So I guess, moving on from the Hub, but still Torchwood, there's my car. The Torchwood SUV. Oh I love that thing. Big beast of a car, half of the specifications were mine and sure, half of them will never be used --hasn't been much call for rocket boosters in central Cardiff-- but it's nice to know they're there. And there's the engines and that roar when you start them up. That noise is brilliant.  )

Word count: 910
quitehomoerotic: (Sad : Lonely)
Note: This is a little unusual and I'm not entirely sure it works, but I'm not sleeping and my mind is racing so I wanted to write something. I hope it works as intended!

He doesn't need anyone.

He runs when he hears the screams. He doesn't have to look to know that they're all dying. He can hear the tear of flesh as the beasts descend. They go but he's left behind. Left behind to clean up.

He doesn't need anyone.

He persuades his friend to join and he's there when they kill him. Watches as he dies. He screams for help but there's nothing he can do. He's left to carry on alone.

He doesn't need anyone... )


Muse: Captain Jack Harkness
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Word count: 826
quitehomoerotic: (Gwen : Stand behind stare)
The room was lavish and overdone, decorated with a gilt gold fabric that dramatically draped the room and accented with rare flowers shipped in from three different galaxies. There were hundreds of people; guests and staff, barely one that knew the other. It was the perfect place to run a job.

He was there dressed in the same robes as the other hired help, he blended in. Surprisingly enough he could be good at that when he so chose... )

Muse: Captain Jack Harkness
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Word Count: 1789

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