Double Drabble: Fresh Country Air
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badly_knittedTitle: Fresh Country Air
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badly_knittedCharacters: Ianto, Owen.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 858: Breath / Breathe at
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torchwood100.Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen is not a fan of the countryside.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Getting out of the car, Ianto slammed the door shut and then just stood at the side of the road, eyes closed as he took a deep breath, filling his lungs with fresh country air, breathing out with a happy sigh.
“Don’t know how you can do that,” Owen grumbled, nose wrinkled in distaste. He hated the smell of the countryside, it was unnatural. Give him the familiar, comforting odours of city life any day of the week. The traffic fumes, air pollution, and cigarette smoke, the smells of pizza, curry, and greasy burgers wafting out of the local takeaways, the artificial musky, floral scents of women’s perfumes, the acrid stink of honest sweat… There was none of that out here, just the stench of manure and the overpowering stink of nature.
“City boy,” Ianto mocked good-naturedly, continuing to draw deep breaths of the oxygen-rich air, filled with the fragrance of green and growing things. “You know what your problem is? The air out here is so much cleaner than you’re used to. Take a deep breath, clear out your lungs.”
“It smells disgusting.”
“You don’t like anything that’s healthy, do you?” Ianto sounded amused. “Strange attitude for a doctor.”
The End
“Don’t know how you can do that,” Owen grumbled, nose wrinkled in distaste. He hated the smell of the countryside, it was unnatural. Give him the familiar, comforting odours of city life any day of the week. The traffic fumes, air pollution, and cigarette smoke, the smells of pizza, curry, and greasy burgers wafting out of the local takeaways, the artificial musky, floral scents of women’s perfumes, the acrid stink of honest sweat… There was none of that out here, just the stench of manure and the overpowering stink of nature.
“City boy,” Ianto mocked good-naturedly, continuing to draw deep breaths of the oxygen-rich air, filled with the fragrance of green and growing things. “You know what your problem is? The air out here is so much cleaner than you’re used to. Take a deep breath, clear out your lungs.”
“It smells disgusting.”
“You don’t like anything that’s healthy, do you?” Ianto sounded amused. “Strange attitude for a doctor.”
The End
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