TW fic: There Are Some Men Who Should Have Mountains To Bear Their Names To Time (Jack/Ianto, NC-17)

Title: There Are Some Men Who Should Have Mountains To Bear Their Names To Time
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Ten, +TW team, +sundry members of DW Cast
Authors: rm & kalichan
Rating/Content: NC-17, slash, plot, religion (!!), and porn.
Summary: Some people say goodbye and others say hello.
Wordcount: ~32,000 words, posted in five parts
Authors' Notes: This is the penultimate installment of our series, I Had No Idea I Had Been Traveling. The title is from a poem by Leonard Cohen; summary is, of course, courtesy The Beatles. Next up: the final installment of the main story arc, though we will be returning to the 'verse at some point after that for some digressions and interludes, and a DVD commentary! Just prior to this, we posted two prequels (one for Jack, and one for Ianto) which are fairly important to the conclusion of the series. They are numbered 8 & 9 in the links below if you'd like to catch up.

Previous installments:
1. A Strange Fashion of Forsaking | 2. Dear Captain, Last Night I Slept in Mutiny | 3. To Learn This Holding and the Holding Back | 4. The Most Beautiful Girl in the World | 5. I Imagine You Now in That Other City | 6. Many of My Favorite Things Are Broken | 6.5 Up, Down, Strange, Charm, Truth, Beauty: or, A Child's Guide to Modern Physics | 7. In Our Bedroom After the War | 8. And I Cannot Know How Long She Has Dreamed of All of You [Jack/Nine/Rose] | 9. The Spectacular Catastrophe of Your Endless Childhood [Ianto/OFCs, Ianto/Lisa]

((While Tesco at 2pm on a Tuesday afternoon wasn't Ianto's idea of heaven, it was something he found remarkably pleasant.))

"please don't divorce...." campaign

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catching up

Various longer things later and emails and so forth.

Gifts with my parents went over wel. I have a new camera! But need to get a memory card for it.

I will see Patty Friday, yay... soon!

Sadly, due to incliment weather, a gift did not arrive on time, so I have to show her a picture, which is full of sad. However, I've saved all the cards people ahve sent to open together, and we have candy and other treats, and our own cards to do (you all get them for New Year's) and it will be quite festive nonetheless.

I'm getting closer to figuring out the Australia essay. It's about my crazy thing with the cute luggage and how you're not supposed to eat things in teh faerie lands. Heightened reality all the way, baby!

My mother is going to let me borrow the old family photographs to scan in. Which means you'l be able to see the crazy picture of my great-grandfather the tailor who I look just like. This probably won't happen until January. I'm very excited.

My uncle brought my mother a piece of jewlery that belonged to my late Aunt. "Have a look she said, it's a Maltese cross."

Well I had a look. It was produced in 1820 according to the information from the dealer that it was purchased from and the styling and obvious 22K gold as well as gem choices strongly suggest it was produced in India. So you see kids, all times really are now.

My mother keeps buying me clothes that are busty and billowy. I am not sure if this is because she thinks Regency or if this is because she's wanting me to have a baby. This year, everything was grey, because she got that memo, but I wanted to weep with laughted when she exclaimed at my prettyness. Because I am in these sweaters, fiercely pretty, in a weird, dowdy enduring way.

Also, there were these pajamas. I don't sleep in clothes, but hey, useful for cons that, I kid you not are waffle cotten with double cherries on stems as the print but the cherries are hearts. It's like jailbait girl!Jack exploded on the fabric. They're completely frightening.

Strange year. Real strange year.