bakerstreet | I have loved you for a thousand years...

I have loved you for a thousand years...

Some say that if a pair of lovers die together in tragedy, they will get another chance when they are reborn. Even if the two of you keep losing each other, you'll get to meet again.

This meme is that meeting. For the first time? For the hundredth time? That much isn't clear. What is clear is that on this, your seeming first meeting -

Everything rushes back to you. Memories, emotion, and all the comes with it...including the memory of how you two died. Overwhelming, isn't it? Some people find it hard to accept, for good reason. What will you do? You can't just bring it up, they'll think you're crazy! Maybe you don't want to bring it up, as you refuse to believe it yourself. And even if you do believe it, that doesn't mean you have to embrace it. You're your own person, after all. You refuse to love someone merely because of who you were in the past.

Or maybe you can't help but let these feelings rise to the surface because they're too strong. No matter what, you can't repress it. In fact, the more you two meet and spend time together, the more you find yourself falling back into the old roles...and making the old mistakes. That isn't good, though; there's one more thing. One of you, when you first met, had a vision about how the two of you would die this time.

You can't let that happen. Not again.

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Feel free to do a modern AU of your character. Assumed CR and AUs are a must here.
Don't feel obligated to stick with first meetings. Play that the characters have known each other for a while, are trying to have a relationship while trying to be their own unique selves, not having a relationship because THE PAST DOESN'T DEFINE ME, or even trying to avoid death in an adventurous fashion!
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...I'll love you for a thousand more.

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[ooc: Always thought John Barrowman sang the song this meme is based on for Jack and Ianto. Up for something?]

[ ooc: me too. He swears he sang it for Scott, but I don't believe him. It's been my secret jack/ianto song since even before I heard his version.

Whatcha think? Future? House of the Dead? Something else I haven't thought of? ]

[ooc: Doesn't help that it's set to a Janto montage on my Youtube playlist.

I was thinking future after CoE, maybe even set in the 51st Century?

Also, can I use the icon you just posted with?]

[ Time was a funny thing. No one knew it better than Jack, except for maybe the Doctor. But even with thousands of years behind him, many of them spent traveling the stars, his memory remained sharp as ever, if not just very, very full.

He'd never really been one to believe in reincarnation, not with all of the death he'd seen, anyway, but there was something in the stranger's smile and the way he carried himself that took him so far back to 21st century Cardiff in an instant. It wasn't something that Jack was expecting to see in a bar far beyond any visible star from there. It made his chest hurt. Swallowing his heartache, the captain put on a smile of his own and left his seat to approach him. ]

Is this seat taken?

[It was almost a family legend now, the tragic love story Ianto Jones and the great Captain Jack Harkness that he was sure he had it committed to memory, it didn't help that he had apparently been named after his ancestor but truthfully it didn't bother Ianto as it wasn't as if he was actively looking for his own hero in a long, woolen grey coat.

At least not until he looked up at the man that had just spoken.]

Er... no. No it's not.

[ God, even the way he spoke sounded similar. He'd really have to sit and listen to him if he wanted to see exactly how similar they sounded. But now that he was up close to him, Jack could really get a good look at this stranger's facial features... god if he hadn't known better, he might have actually thought that this was Ianto Jones. He took the seat next to him and extended his hand. Time to play the game. ]

Captain Jack Harkness. You here by yourself?

[He was a little shocked when the other man introduced himself as he sat down, sharp eyes quickly roaming over Jack's gorgeous body before he replied.]

Jones, Ianto Jones and I'm not anymore.

[ Hearing his name, Jack actually paled. No. There was no way. That just... it didn't happen. He'd heard the Doctor mention something about Spacial Genetic Multiplicity when he'd met Gwen so long ago, but... was that actually something real?

When he realised he'd been staring, he shook off his surprise and gave an awkward, sort of nervous laugh. This couldn't be real. ]

Sorry. I just... I knew someone with that name a long time ago. I suppose it's probably fairly common, right? What're you drinking?

[ He flagged down the bartender, using the brief break in eye contact to clear his head. This was too weird, and he really didn't want it to be. ]

[To look at the man sitting with him, he suddenly knew that his name was a sore subject but Ianto wasn't sure if Jack was joking about the length of time that had passed between knowing one Ianto Jones and another.]

It's a family name, so maybe someone of my extended family is named the same?

[He looked down at the strangely empty glass in his hand, when had he finished the amber liquid that had been in there.]

Oh um... beer, it was a beer.

[ He ordered his new friend another beer and himself one as well. ]

Could be. It's a very nice name. The Ianto Jones I knew was.. he was very brave, strong, [ A sly little smile came to Jack's lips. ] And very handsome. Hm.. Maybe you are related after all.

Maybe, though he sounds like a much better man than myself. [He shyly looked down at the bar top, a blush creeping onto his cheeks at being called handsome.] I'm not brave or strong, I'm just a tailor.

You shouldn't sell yourself short. You'd be surprised at what people rise to in the right circumstances.

[ He even had his Ianto's embarrassed tendencies... It made his heart flutter a little. He had to know more about him. ]

You're a tailor? There's nothing wrong with that. A well-dressed man can find himself in a lot more surprising situations than you might think.

[ Jack paused to give Ianto a gratuitous look-over and leaned in to mutter to him. ]

And I must say, Mr. Jones, you are a very, very well-dressed man.

There have been a few embarrassing incidents with customers changing or when I've been measuring someone's inside leg.

[But of course they had been handled in a completely professional manner.]

It wouldn't do for a tailor to not show off his wears.

[A skillful eye roamed over Jack's body once more, taking in what the other man was wearing and admiring how his clothing suited his form.]

Not as well-dressed as yourself, I love your coat.

Thanks. It's vintage. I was hoping maybe you could take a closer look at it later? I've got a few places I think could use a little attention.

[ When the bartender deposited the drinks, he thanked him and gave Ianto a suggestive sort of stare as he took up his own glass. ]

If you don't mind work after hours, I mean.

[Ianto leans in to run his skilled fingers along the collar of the RAF great coat, marveling at the feel of the fabric and the fact that it had lasted as long as it had in it's current state.]

I'd be honored to work on something this vintage and you're right, it does look like it's been through the wars quite a bit.

[Making no comment about what he hopes to be a blood stain on the Captain's right cuff.]

I don't have a problem with that, sometimes it's a bad habit. Though the real question is; my shop or my place?

[ Ianto had really no idea what this coat had been through, and it made him laugh a little. ]

It definitely could use a little more love than what I've given it, that's for sure.

[ He watched Ianto's hand as it traveled over his coat, feeling maybe just a little self-conscious about its current state of cleanliness, but in his defence, it was difficult to find a dry cleaner's who could handle old wool like this anymore. ]

Wherever you feel most comfortable, but you've got me curious about how a man like you lives in his private life. You can tell a lot about a person by their home.

Whoever was mending it previously did a marvelous job.

[Ironically praising his name sake as he thought about which place would be best to follow in his ancestor's footsteps.]

I should have everything I'll need in the studio I have at home.

[Mused out loud before finishing the last of his beer.]

Have you eaten yet, Jack?

[ His home. Hopefully it would be safe enough to spend the night. Still, just looking at him, Jack could tell he was hardly a threat as far as he was concerned. He'd been wrong before, but a face that angelic surely could be trusted, right? ]

I have, but if you're hungry, I don't mind waiting.

[ That was a bit of a lie, but he'd do whatever it took to keep from losing this man. At least, not until he knew more about him. ]

I'm sure that I could find plenty to snack on if I got creative.

What makes you think I'll allow you to roam free within my kitchen? You could break something important.

[Ianto teased with a small chuckle as he made his way to the bar's exit, somehow knowing that Jack would follow as the tailor lead the way back to his apartment.]

[ Jack's eyebrows lifted, a bit surprised at the answer, but no less amused by his attitude. He actually laughed a little and shrugged, leaving some bills on the table and quickly following behind him. What a fascinating man. Boy, that really took him back. ]

I don't think you have anything to worry about from me. I'm very careful, and I'm always safe about how I handle important instruments.

Does that include an original coffee machine from the 21st Century?

[Apparently it was a family heirloom which had been given to him sometime ago and should remain with a 'Ianto' or 'Ifran' in the family.]

I have no idea how to work it but it's a fascinating piece of history that my family has.

A coffee machine? One of those old things survived?

[ Jack laughed at the notion, not quite sure exactly what to make of it. ]

Well, if you can find me some coffee beans and a grinder, I think I can get the gist of it. I've got a pretty good memory, and I do love a good antique.

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I have loved you for a thousand years...

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Go for it.

Thanks

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sorry, I broke my keyboard last week and just got my replacement.

that's fine, glad you're back

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