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bk_forever) wrote2018-03-04 04:30 pm
bk_forever) wrote2018-03-04 04:30 pm
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Double Drabble: Too Bright
Title: Too Bright
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
badly_knitted
Characters: Ianto, mentions Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 489: Nocturnal at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
tw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Normally Ianto liked sunshine, but not today.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Ianto winced, flinching back from the dazzling brightness beyond the tourist office’s door, his dark-adapted eyes quickly tearing up; after spending over a week in the dimly lit Hub, only going outside after nightfall, bright daylight seemed unnatural, not to mention painful. Was this how owls and other nocturnal creatures felt when confronted by brilliant sunshine? He didn’t know, but he definitely didn’t like it.
For the last week or so, for some unknown reason the Rift had decided to only be active at night, meaning the entire team had been forced to alter their schedules, sleeping during the day, when things were relatively quiet, then working through the night. Now here it was, mid-morning of a sunny spring day, and the Rift had apparently changed its mind yet again, signalling an alert out at Cathays Park.
It wasn’t fair; he’d just been getting used to working nights! Right now he should have been tucked up in bed with Jack, sleeping until sunset, and instead here he was, having to work.
Steeling himself, he donned his sunglasses and stepped out into the sunlight; after all these years complaining about the lack of sunshine, now he just wished it was cloudy.
The End
Author:
badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, mentions Jack.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 489: Nocturnal at
tw100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Normally Ianto liked sunshine, but not today.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: This one’s a double drabble.
Ianto winced, flinching back from the dazzling brightness beyond the tourist office’s door, his dark-adapted eyes quickly tearing up; after spending over a week in the dimly lit Hub, only going outside after nightfall, bright daylight seemed unnatural, not to mention painful. Was this how owls and other nocturnal creatures felt when confronted by brilliant sunshine? He didn’t know, but he definitely didn’t like it.
For the last week or so, for some unknown reason the Rift had decided to only be active at night, meaning the entire team had been forced to alter their schedules, sleeping during the day, when things were relatively quiet, then working through the night. Now here it was, mid-morning of a sunny spring day, and the Rift had apparently changed its mind yet again, signalling an alert out at Cathays Park.
It wasn’t fair; he’d just been getting used to working nights! Right now he should have been tucked up in bed with Jack, sleeping until sunset, and instead here he was, having to work.
Steeling himself, he donned his sunglasses and stepped out into the sunlight; after all these years complaining about the lack of sunshine, now he just wished it was cloudy.
The End
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I know how annoying sunlight can be, living in a country with six to eight months of full sunlight and weak eyes.
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We don't get that much sunshine here, but it can still be dazzling when it happens.
Thank you!
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My glasses darken in sunlight, but when driving in bright sunshine I have to put a pair of wraparound shades over them because I'm so short the car's sun visor doesn't block the light and I can't see a thing.
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Thank you!
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Cruel, cruel rift. No respect for those that look after it.
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Thank you!