The Realm of Color (G)
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skidmo_ficTitle: The Realm of Color
Rating: G
Pairing: Lorne/Ianto
Word Count: 302
Warning: Schmoop?
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly. Well…except for Kai, of whom I share custody with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
misslucyjane
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Ianto comes home to a mess.
A/N:misslucyjane was having a bad day, so this is a bit of fluff for her. RP-based fic.
The whole world, as we experience it visually, comes to us through the mystic realm of color.
-Hans Hoffman
The house is a mess. A complete and utter mess. As Ianto comes in the front door, he has to stop, just inside, and gather himself for the rest of it. There seems to be a trail of carnage, starting upstairs, if the toy cars and socks and what seems to be Lorne’s good leather jacket spilling down the stairs are any indication.
It continues down the hall and into the lounge with Kai’s socks and shoes, meandering back out again with Lorne’s scarf and (oh, god) Ianto’s favorite shirt. The trail goes on through the dining room and into the kitchen where it progresses to dry macaroni and a puddle of juice, half mopped up. There’s a smear of peanut butter on the door to the breakfast room, but it seems otherwise untouched. Graham crackers crushed into the carpet lead the trail back out of the kitchen, and Kai’s favorite book is strewn open on the doorway leading into the conservatory.
Perhaps giving Milena the day off hadn’t been the best idea they’ve ever had.
When Ianto glances inside the conservatory, though, he finds he doesn’t mind the mess so much. Lorne’s easel is set up in the middle of the tiled floor, but the half-finished painting is abandoned, and Lorne sits on the floor next to Kai, both of them wearing old, Air Force t-shirts, Kai’s knotted at his back to keep it from completely drowning him. There’s a sheet of butcher paper on the floor in front of them, and both of them are covered—hands, arms, faces, and hair—in bright finger paint.
And when Lorne looks over his shoulder and smiles at him, and Kai jumps up with a beaming, “Tada!” Ianto thinks the cleaning can definitely wait until later.
“Have an extra t-shirt for me, love?”
fin
Rating: G
Pairing: Lorne/Ianto
Word Count: 302
Warning: Schmoop?
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly. Well…except for Kai, of whom I share custody with
misslucyjaneFeedback: yes, please.
Summary: Ianto comes home to a mess.
A/N:
misslucyjane was having a bad day, so this is a bit of fluff for her. RP-based fic.-Hans Hoffman
The house is a mess. A complete and utter mess. As Ianto comes in the front door, he has to stop, just inside, and gather himself for the rest of it. There seems to be a trail of carnage, starting upstairs, if the toy cars and socks and what seems to be Lorne’s good leather jacket spilling down the stairs are any indication.
It continues down the hall and into the lounge with Kai’s socks and shoes, meandering back out again with Lorne’s scarf and (oh, god) Ianto’s favorite shirt. The trail goes on through the dining room and into the kitchen where it progresses to dry macaroni and a puddle of juice, half mopped up. There’s a smear of peanut butter on the door to the breakfast room, but it seems otherwise untouched. Graham crackers crushed into the carpet lead the trail back out of the kitchen, and Kai’s favorite book is strewn open on the doorway leading into the conservatory.
Perhaps giving Milena the day off hadn’t been the best idea they’ve ever had.
When Ianto glances inside the conservatory, though, he finds he doesn’t mind the mess so much. Lorne’s easel is set up in the middle of the tiled floor, but the half-finished painting is abandoned, and Lorne sits on the floor next to Kai, both of them wearing old, Air Force t-shirts, Kai’s knotted at his back to keep it from completely drowning him. There’s a sheet of butcher paper on the floor in front of them, and both of them are covered—hands, arms, faces, and hair—in bright finger paint.
And when Lorne looks over his shoulder and smiles at him, and Kai jumps up with a beaming, “Tada!” Ianto thinks the cleaning can definitely wait until later.
“Have an extra t-shirt for me, love?”
fin
