Title: Rest In Peace
Parings/characters: Ianto, Jack
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood or any of the characters ... unfortunately.
Spoilers: None really ...
Warnings: A little sad ...
Written for day twenty four of the redismycolour Winter Challenge
Letting go of Jack's hand Ianto took a step forward, briefly contemplating the untrodden snow before him. Taking a deep breath he moved forwards the final few steps and read the words before him.
'Lisa Hallet, beloved daughter.'
It didn't matter that the grave was actually empty, just a memorial to the person it should have been housing. What mattered was that she was remembered, remembered for who she was not what she became.
Ianto whispered softly into the wind “To northward, and the sounds of singing cease, Keep warm by inner fires, and rest in peace.”
He placed the fresh roses on the grave, their colour bright against the whiteness and quietly moved back to where Jack stood waiting for him.
Ianto wrapped his arms around Jack's waist and kissed him softly on the lips.
“Thank you.” He told him, releasing him from his embrace and taking his hand as they followed their footprints back down the path.
Like every year before on the anniversary of Lisa's death Jack accompanied him to her graveside, knowing that Ianto needed to remember her and to provide the shoulder for him to cry on when his emotions overflowed.