- Limbo – miss winterhill (winterhill) – Torchwood [Archive of Our Own]
They shared a cigarette on a rough-hewn landing strip, mammoths grazing up and down the sides of it. Diane's hands were shaking so much at meeting her that she was sure she wouldn't get a word out at all.
"Have you noticed that you never run out of fuel?" Amelia asked.
- Hope: Well Played – Torchwood [Archive of Our Own]
"I believe it was your turn, sir," Ianto says, propping his elbows on the arms of the chair and cradling the bell of his champagne flute with his fingertips.
Jack watches him calculatingly for a few moments. "Dare." […]
The first time they'd played this particular game, Ianto had wondered at what it said about their maturity. But the way he and Jack play it–play each other with it–well, Ianto's sure there's no universe in which it'd be considered juvenile.
And this round, perhaps, carries more weight than the others; though Jack doesn't know that, not yet.