Written For: Challenge 439: Buff at tw100.
Summary: To Ianto, polishing is an art.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
Sitting on the floor of Jack’s office, newspapers spread across the concrete, Ianto hummed to himself as he worked, applying polish to leather and briskly brushing to work it into any scuffs, scratches, scrapes, and creases. The smell of good leather and polish filled his nose, reminding him of Sunday afternoons as a boy.
These days, shoe polishing was a dying art, one he often mourned when he saw the sorry state of other people’s footwear. Trainers had made people lazy.
Setting the brush aside, he picked up the soft velveteen pad, buffing Jack’s boots to a mirror-like shine. Perfection.