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13 January 2007 @ 07:28 pm
TWFiclet: Dreams of Darkness [Bilis Manger/Ianto Jones]  
Title: Dreams of Darkness
On Website:
beyond-redemption.net
Rating(s): R-Rated.
Pairing(s): Bilis Manger/Ianto Jones; mentions of Ianto Jones/Lisa Hallett
Warning(s): Mentions of Sexual Situations/Non-Con.
Word Count: 820words.
Summary: Unbetad. He comes to him in dreams of darkness…
A/N: Originally written as a stream-of-consciousness piece but edited to make it somewhat understandable to everyone else :) Enjoy!
 
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He comes to him in dreams of darkness, a leering brightness to burn his eyes; clenched closed and weeping as his grin swims before Ianto’s unseeing vision- like dancing polka-dots of black and white, which make him squeeze his eyes closed and press digging fingers against the softness of his lids- his nerves set on edge- as the darkness, it closes in, and his grin- his grin is toothless and tight, a meaningful twinkle in his eye as he stands and stares (all knowing and all seeing), the bringer of his salvation and executioner of his guilt.
 
“Ianto Jones.” Bilis calls, laughter on his lips as he stands, swathed in darkness.
 
Ianto lies awake most nights, sheets pulled up to his chin as his gaze dances around the shadows of the room, forced insomnia taunting him and teasing him and daring him to close the aching itch of his eyes; red-rimmed and heavy, hurting as they blink away sleep, awake, to sleep- no dreams to claim him, please, to cradle him in their embrace. Wishful thinking, a bitter taste upon his tongue- soured and scorned and plagued with guilt.
 
“Oh what have you done, dear boy?” Bilis asks him. Such a naughty boy…
 
“Please?” Ianto pleads, and hates himself for the weakness he shows. Shadows are frightful figures that move across his walls and Bilis stands there, cloaked in the darkest corner of his room beside her.
 
His long-dead lover sits in silence and watches him from Bilis’ side, she hears his moans and beggared pleas and she smiles, dissolutely, as Bilis presses a comforting hand to her shoulder, standing proud and tall at her side; immaculately dressed and groomed for destruction. Always watching, his eyes all seeing and aged, the twinkle in his gaze offering Ianto no deliverance but damning him instead.
 
“Ianto…” And that’s her voice, all softly sinful and it breaks his heart to hear her call to him like this. “Close your eyes, Ianto.” She whispers.
 
And sleep, it always takes its toll, always reaches out and pulls him under; heavy arms dragging him down to the torturous depths of slumber where, with hands curled into claws, the old man reaches out and Ianto is forced to succumb to the scrape of an unwanted embrace.
 
The feel of parchment skin is a chafing wrinkle beneath his fisted hands as he is pulled against clothing centauries old- the coarse rub of material stifling against his cheek before dry lips move to touch at his mouth, pressing and forcing, a tongue slick with slimed saliva slipping past frozen lips and into the dry heat of his mouth (all parched and acrid, his tongue thick with fear and gagging on emptiness and the taste of ashes).
 
There is no escaping this horror of the night, this phantom of a man as he does his will upon him, takes from him his revenge and Ianto can only pray in desperate choking please for Bilis to deliver unto him his salvation; yellowed fingernails ripping the clothing from his body in one foul swoop.
 
When he awakens, Ianto wishes it were all a dream. Knows it isn’t when the acidity in his mouth is just as potent as it was the moment he’d been forced to yield. There are scratches raked across his pallid body, he sees them every morning, each day more vivid than the last, as he stands before the bathroom mirror; blood-red gashes slashed across his body, bruises scattered across his flesh in a kaleidoscope of colour, his skin too-thin and stretched to disguise the hurt and ribs and juts of bone that stand out in a slash of shadow.
 
There is nervous hope that one day, one day soon someone will notice and question the black circles heavy around his eyes- eyes that recall and understand, they see the old man, see his face and they feel, feel his skin on fire and the chafe of dirty old hands along his body, touching where they shouldn’t and pulling the gag of sickness to his lips and out into the sink.
 
Please one day let them question the shake in his hands as he never-quite but always wants to spill the coffee he delivers so efficiently before recoiling to the shadows he loathes so vehemently, his eyes flickering opened-closed as he tries not to sleep for the fear of the dreams it will bring him.
 
Ianto tries not to think of Bilis, sitting, waiting for him- trapped just within the pull of the rift- but it is almost impossible for him to do. For the old man is as death to him, and he dances with that every day, with every waking-sleeping moment, with every breath he forces himself to take, and then exhale. He cannot close his eyes for fear of sleep, but every waking moment is just as torturous to him.
 
Oh please let it end!
 
“Ianto…”
 
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Fin.
 
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mood: exanimateexanimate
 
 
 
The Island of the Fay: romana iiatraphoenix on January 13th, 2007 07:51 pm (UTC)
Oh wow, that was heartbreaking. And really, really sinister.
Campaspe: Enya colourlesscs_whitewolf on January 13th, 2007 10:53 pm (UTC)
Thank you, sinister is just exactly what I was going for ;)

Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
clarity_lore: Ianto: H/C Fanficclarity_lore on January 13th, 2007 07:59 pm (UTC)
That was absolutely terrifying! Gripping though and strangely powerful. I love the way you use words and shape the story. But ugh, wow. Poor Ianto. I really wish Jack was there to help!!!

A very shiver-worthy story, expertly done. Well done.
Campaspe: Concerned SPNcs_whitewolf on January 13th, 2007 10:58 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I love trying my hand with new writing styles, stream of thought is good for that- I'm really pleased I managed to get across the right 'mood' for this piece. Thanks so much for your comments, darling :)

Peace,
Campaspe
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Campaspe: TW squishims!cs_whitewolf on January 13th, 2007 10:59 pm (UTC)
As was my intention, so you'll excuse me for being pleased about those shivers :) Thanks for reading!

Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
It looks about as sea-worthy as a rubber duck!harem_ent on January 13th, 2007 09:33 pm (UTC)
You are a scary lady!
Campaspe: DW taste my pain bitchz!cs_whitewolf on January 13th, 2007 11:00 pm (UTC)
I do try ;)
Georgie: Torchwood - Ianto (hug)indiefairy on January 13th, 2007 10:40 pm (UTC)
You write beautifully.

That was so chilling and creepy. Poor Ianto.
Campaspe: TW Coffee Magiccs_whitewolf on January 13th, 2007 11:03 pm (UTC)
::is all smiley::

Thanks, mi'dear! 'Chilling and creepy' is precicely what I was aiming to achieve, and despite the content I did enjoy writing this piece.

Peace,
Campaspe
gemstar69 on January 13th, 2007 10:47 pm (UTC)
omg u posted it i already yold u its awesome and rly scary

btw am drunk becaue i went out 4 my birthdsy and i had a vodka + coke, 4 jd + cokes and 3 glasses of champagen. hahhahahahahahaha
gemstar69 on January 13th, 2007 10:47 pm (UTC)
u r awesome i love u
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subtly_moddedsubtly_modded on January 13th, 2007 11:27 pm (UTC)
wow. *shudder* well done...
Campaspe: Beadscs_whitewolf on January 14th, 2007 12:54 am (UTC)
Thanks, I know this isn't everyone's cup of tea so thank you for reading.

Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
DarthHelloKittydarthhellokitty on January 14th, 2007 03:57 am (UTC)
WOW. That's... very, very creepy. DAMN.
Campaspe: Be Happycs_whitewolf on January 14th, 2007 10:43 am (UTC)
Thank you! Definitely the responce I was going for :)

Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
truthvdreamstruthvdreams on January 14th, 2007 06:48 pm (UTC)
disturbed now, very very disturbed! But still in awe of your writing skills, wanted to stop reading but couldnt. Poor old Ianto, just when you think he couldnt take any more angst and pain you moveit all to a new level..... shudder.
Happy birthday, hope you are having a great day! *hugs*
Tru xx
Campaspe: TW OTPkiss our lovecs_whitewolf on January 14th, 2007 10:37 pm (UTC)
I know it's not the most pleasant of fics to read, but my twisted mind wouldn't let me stop writing. Thank you for reading this, even if a part of you didn't want to :)

And thanks so much for the birthday wishes! I've had a wonderful day today ::hugs back::

Peace,
Campaspe
lady_lyre: GOlostswordlady_lyre on January 18th, 2007 12:16 pm (UTC)
well, as many said before me this is disturbing and creepy, but it's also incredibly well-written; besides which let's face it, what would be the pleasure in reading fanfics if they were all sunny, happy and with high sugar content?
happy belated birthday,
~lyre
Campaspe: Concerned SPNcs_whitewolf on January 19th, 2007 11:39 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Both for your kind words in regards to this story and for the belated birthday wishes :)

I love trying out new styles with my writing, and somehow I find this 'stream of thought' (as I call it) works really well with a 'darker' theme, none of that high sugar content stuff ;)

Thanks for reading!
Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
michelleann68: Torchwood: Ianto alonemichelleann68 on January 31st, 2007 03:19 am (UTC)
; immaculately dressed and groomed for destruction

This tab has sat open for a while now, not sure how to put in to accurate words how creepy and skin crawling this was to me.

The above line was perhaps my favorite, I think it really describes the meanancing nature of Billis well, and it was heatbreaking that Lisa just sat and watched.

Perfect All Hallows eve tale.

Campaspe: Snape wandcs_whitewolf on January 31st, 2007 07:05 pm (UTC)
I understand exactly what you mean, I'm not sure I'd know what to say either if I was the reader- but thank you, for reading and managing to put into words just how reading this fic made you feel.

And I'm very pleased you liked that line, it was one that particularly stood out for me whilst writing.

Thanks for reading!
Peace,
CS WhiteWolf
endormathomendormathom on March 1st, 2007 03:51 am (UTC)
Please,I would like to be added to read your work,Thanks
Campaspecs_whitewolf on March 1st, 2007 08:34 pm (UTC)
Thank you, if you add me, then my fics will show up on your friends list whenever I post them :)