✘ 07

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[Ianto's sat at Jack's desk, which now stinks of disinfectant and only has a very small pile of papers left of on it.  The rest of  the papers are in a bin liner a few feet away, and it would be advisable to stay away from it (cat pee isn't a pleasant smell).

There's an untouched glass of whiskey in front of him, and from the slightly dusty state of the decanter next to it it's obvious he's took it from his own version of Jack's stash.]

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[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[It's so not in her mind. :\ ] You are now? [Ooooh wait.] You're supposed to be now.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[...damn. Misaki's too good at this.]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Not the first female head of Section Four for nothing. ...and sorry, Ianto, but it's sorta obvious. :| She sits down on the edge of the desk. ] So. You misinterpreted...?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

I misinterpreted. [Yes- he's being vague again. :|]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Ianto. You aren't a parrot. What did you misinterpret?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Cy.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

...you misinterpreted a cat, and that made you mad at Jack over the lack of a monogamous relationship. [No, sorry, not quite making the link this time.] What did she say?

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

'Last night unto my bed' is pretty easy to misinterpret, wouldn't you say?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Stares into space as she recites.]

Last night unto my bed bethought there came
Our lady of strange dreams, and from an urn
She poured live fire, so that mine eyes did burn
At the sight of it. Anon the floating fame
Took many shapes, and one cried: "I am shame
That walks with Love, I am most wise to turn
Cold lips and limbs to fire; therefore discern
And see my loveliness, and praise my name."

And afterwords, in radiant garments dressed
With sound of flutes and laughing of glad lips,
A pomp of all the passions passed along
All the night through; till the white phantom ships
Of dawn sailed in. Whereat I said this song,
"Of all sweet passions Shame is the loveliest."


...In Praise of Shame by Lord Alfred Douglas. I suppose that would be very easy to take... the wrong way.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

Like I said; I overreacted.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

What was the context, though? You might have had every reason to take it the way you did.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

What he was thinking.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

What he was--oh, Ianto.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

It's not as if he has much control over his thoughts.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Exactly. [Squeezes his shoulder.] You can hardly hold a thought against someone. Though I understand why it would upset you.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

It doesn't upset me; I just overreacted.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

Ianto.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

...what?

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

[Doesn't think telling him not to be stupid would really help the situation.] Of course it upset you.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

It's Jack. I'd be stupid to expect him to be any different.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

He's Jack, yes, I know--and you're an ordinary human, and if he cares about you the way he seems to, he should be more understanding of that.

[damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com]

He can't control what he's thinking, so it's a little difficult for him to be understanding.

[chasingstars201.livejournal.com]

No, he can't. [Sigh.] No more can anyone else. I'm saying he shouldn't expect you to just be okay with whatever he does.