Characters: Ianto, OCs.
Written For: Challenge 545: Breeze at tw100.
Summary: Ianto is enjoying the start of a perfect spring day.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Bright, breezy mornings like this always put a spring in Ianto’s step. Getting up on mornings when the sky was overcast and it was raining, or snowing, or otherwise miserable out was a perennial struggle, but on days like this he all but bounced out of bed, eager to greet the day.
Trees were blossoming, new leaves were unfurling to clothe branches that had been bare all winter long, the birds were singing, and golden daffodils nodded benignly at him as he passed. He sighed happily; if only every day could be like this.
Of course, if every day was the same he’d probably soon get bored with it, or start taking the beautiful weather for granted instead of appreciating the glory of a perfect spring morning, and that would be a shame.
He strode along the pavement, gazing around himself, smiling cheerfully at everyone he passed, wishing them a good morning, and receiving smiles and nods in return, even from people he barely knew. They probably wouldn’t be as friendly towards him if they ever discovered their neighbour’s secret identity as a member of Torchwood, but with luck that would never happen and he’d remain ‘that nice Mr. Jones’.