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Title: A Suitable Disguise

Author: [livejournal.com profile] badly_knitted

Characters: Ianto, mentions Jack

Rating: G

Spoilers: Fragments, hints at Cyberwoman.

Summary: Ianto’s suits are essential to him.

Word Count: 380

Written For: [livejournal.com profile] juliet316’s prompt ‘Torchwood, Ianto, in a way, the suits were his armor’ at [community profile] fic_promptly.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters. They belong to the BBC.





It was fair to say that Ianto was devoted to his suits. He also took exquisite care in choosing which to wear, coordinating it with the perfect shirt and tie combination to get the most out of his chosen attire each day. He hadn’t always been that way, but since joining Torchwood Three, they’d become essential to him.



It wasn’t that he really had to wear them; the rest of the team dressed casually and no one expected him to do otherwise. But he’d seen the way Harkness looked at him that first time he’d worn one. The suit had got him the job as surely as the pterodactyl had. He’d spent most of what money he had left from caring for Lisa on a couple of better quality suits and they’d been well worth the expense. He knew he looked good in them, he had the right build to carry them off, but that wasn’t the real reason that he’d taken to wearing them.



In a way, his suits were his armour. Every morning when he slid his long limbs into the finely tailored trousers and jacket, he felt that he was arming himself for the day ahead, hiding his vulnerability beneath the calm, professional demeanour that went with them. When he wore a suit he looked older, more capable, and more self-assured. No one could see how scared he was, or how lost and desperate he felt. All they saw was what he wanted them to see, a man in full control of himself and everything around him. That was if they noticed him at all. Suits, it seemed, were as good a camouflage as they were a protection.



He felt safe in his suits; secure in the knowledge that if his new colleagues did happen to notice him, they’d have no inkling of the terrible secrets he was hiding from them. He was simply the butler, the general dogsbody, the guy in the suit who did all the jobs they couldn’t be bothered to do themselves and that suited him just fine. If they only saw the suit, he might just get away with what he was doing behind their backs. It had to work, because Lisa’s life depended on it and he couldn’t let her down.



The End


Date: 2014-10-02 08:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] too-beauty.livejournal.com
What a magnificent description! I never thought of Ianto's suits as a camouflage

Date: 2014-10-03 02:33 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] tardisjournal.livejournal.com
Suits, it seemed, were as good a camouflage as they were a protection.

That's very perceptive of you! I never thought of that way, but it's true. No one really notices a man in a suit. Well, they might notice how handsome he is if he's Ianto, but we mentally tend to put men in suits in the "safe" category (especially in the workplace) and not pay much attention to what they're up to.

Well-done!

Date: 2014-10-03 06:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carinas-carinae.livejournal.com
Really lovely. So true, and really so sad.

Date: 2014-10-03 09:11 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] owensheart.livejournal.com
Sadly it was all for naught as Lisa was already gone. great story.

Date: 2014-10-03 07:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] milady-dragon.livejournal.com
I love Ianto and his suits, but they really are a form of armor for him. The only thing they can't protect: his heart, because he gave it up to Jack willingly later on.

Date: 2014-10-04 01:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] teaboyfan.livejournal.com
Beautiful! I'd always seen the suits as armor, but of course they're even more camouflage. "Clothes make the man," and nobody looked behind the disguise until it was almost too late for everybody. The irony is that it was already too late for Lisa. Amazing that you are still panning gold nuggets out of the apparently-exhausted Torchwood river.

Date: 2014-10-05 12:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] timelordshines.livejournal.com
Love the title!
And the fic of course.
*Hugs poor Ianto* If his camouflage hadn't been quite so good maybe everything wouldn't have gone quite so spectacularly to shit...

Date: 2014-10-05 02:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] maldeluxx.livejournal.com
They might work now, but even this form of armor isn't completely crack-free. He does look good in them, though ::)
Edited Date: 2014-10-05 02:49 pm (UTC)

Date: 2014-10-06 06:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] asia27.livejournal.com
You are so right about suits being armor; a suit actually reflects that person's personality as much as anything else. No two people wear the same suit in the same manner. I learned that lesson in Tailoring very early on when I did a garment for me and a friend. I wore it and it looked more conservative, but the same garment on her took on a life of its own, practically bouncing when she walked; that garment was later stolen from her. Very, very perceptive of you!

Date: 2014-10-10 07:36 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] black59.livejournal.com
very well expressed.
quite right.

Date: 2014-10-16 06:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jedi-harkness.livejournal.com
Brilliant character study. I always thought the suits were his armor. I can only imagine all the emotions he went through when he tried to save Lisa.

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