Rosa Mystica: Chapter One

Title: Rosa Mystica
Chapter: 2/?
Written by: dancingbarefoot
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Beta: None but if anyone’s interested let me know.
Rating: PG up to R, we’ll see as it goes.
A/N: I’m a Romanov and Royalty buff and so decided to mix that with Torchwood and here we go.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. No copyright infringement is intended and the real folks in this own themselves.

( I swear we have an archivist )

Rosa Mystica: Chapter Two

Title: Rosa Mystica
Chapter: 3/?
Written by: dancingbarefoot
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Beta: None but if anyone’s interested let me know.
Rating: PG up to R, we’ll see as it goes.
A/N: I’m a Romanov and Royalty buff and so decided to mix that with Torchwood and here we go.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. No copyright infringement is intended and the real folks in this own themselves.

( Conclaves )

Rosa Mystica: Chapter Three

Title: Rosa Mystica
Chapter: 4/?
Written by: dancingbarefoot
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Beta: None but if anyone’s interested let me know.
Rating: PG up to R, we’ll see as it goes.
A/N: I’m a Romanov and Royalty buff and so decided to mix that with Torchwood and here we go.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. No copyright infringement is intended and the real folks in this own themselves.

( Cliff Notes )

Red Is My Colour Day One

I had tried to do this before and for some reason, I just let it go and so to poke my writing muse with a dull spoke if nothing else, I'm going to try doing it in September *G*

Title: Jack's Memory Book
Chapter: 1/30
Written by: dancingbarefoot
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Beta: None but if anyone’s interested let me know.
Rating: PG up to R, we’ll see as it goes.
A/N: Using the prompts from redismycolour to stir the muses.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. No copyright infringement is intended and the real folks in this own themselves.

There is a small red book, not bigger than a hand span that is safely tucked in amongst the bits and bobs of Jack’s things that he carries with him from place to place. At first glance it appears that he has finally found some sort of peace, some religion finally catching that tiny place in him that requires forgiveness.

But instead the tiny book has space for 30 days as its intent.

He has filled it with 31 specific memories, a rosary if you would, so that finally he could remember without tears of pain, but instead of smiles.

( Of Carnivals and of Memories )