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Evan Lorne-Jones
22 September 2010 @ 06:06 pm
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Kai is going to forget how to speak Welsh. I don't know it well enough to keep up with teaching him.

Eventually, he'll forget more than that. He'll forget Ianto all together. He might remember some vague time when he had two daddies, but there won't be much more than that. And maybe someday, when he's older, he'll ask why he doesn't have a mommy, but he's never going to think to ask why he doesn't have another dad.

I won't let him forget entirely. I can't. But it's never going to be the same as him remembering on his own.

He asked while we were packing why we weren't taking Tada's clothes for when he comes back.

I'm never going to have an answer for that.

I love you, baby, and I miss you, and I can't ever imagine this pain going away.
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Evan Lorne-Jones
20 August 2010 @ 03:35 am
Lorne is used to losing people. In the Air Force, it's likely. In the Stargate program, unavoidable.

In Torchwood, common.

Since Lorne has been with Torchwood, they've lost three team members.


Owen. Tosh.


There are other things to think about, of course. Like how the government is planning to hand over children to the 456, how they refer to them as 'units,' how he can only assume Kai will be safe because he's with Rhys and because he and Ianto are well above the income bracket being targeted.

But he can't think about that.

Gwen calls him in from where he had been ready to send the incriminating files should the government not cooperate. She tells him what's happened, and he can't believe it, refuses to believe it.

But then he's being led into what looks like a high school gymnasium by armed men, and there are bodies lying in neat rows, all covered with red sheets. One of the men points and says, "Thirteen, fourteen," and Gwen starts walking down one of the rows.

He almost doesn't follow her.

She kneels between the two red sheets, and the first one she pulls back reveals Jack's face. He looks like he's sleeping, and Lorne knows that any second now, he's going to sit up, take a deep breath, be just fine.

Gwen looks up at him like she expects him to want to pull back the other sheet, and he can't move. He's staring down at it, and he can't move or speak or anything, so she pulls it back, and there he is.

There's Ianto.

Lorne's legs give out, and he's kneeling next to her. He hears Jack take in that gasp of air and sit up, and when someone (Gwen or Jack, he can't tell who) puts a hand on his shoulder, he shrugs it off, and he tugs the body that used to be Ianto up into his arms, and he weeps.
Evan Lorne-Jones
19 August 2010 @ 05:30 pm
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Just a quick check-in. We're still alive. We're still working on things.

We're still missing Kai like crazy.
Evan Lorne-Jones
25 June 2010 @ 04:02 pm

  • 01:11 Preschool? Already? He's THREE! #

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Evan Lorne-Jones
23 June 2010 @ 05:54 pm
Kai's party was a complete success. I don't even think we traumatized Ran too much...

One of these years it's actually going to rain on his birthday, and he's gonna be really disappointed.

Oh, by the way, Dan, talked to the boss, and he says that we can go on the condition that we take pictures and do everything he would do. (We promised the first, hedged on the second...)
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Evan Lorne-Jones
18 June 2010 @ 07:07 pm
So, the munchkin's third birthday is Monday. The plan is to have an afternoon barbecue/cake-and-ice-cream/water-fight/all-the-kids-chase-me-and-Jack-around-the-backyard party. I know it's late notice again, but any and all of y'all are invited. If you're in Cardiff or you could be in Cardiff this Monday, give us a call and then stop on by.
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Evan Lorne-Jones
31 May 2010 @ 04:01 pm

  • 20:35 Memorial Day barbecue: time to find out if Kai takes after his dad with regards to pyromania... #

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31 May 2010 @ 03:00 pm

  • 12:35 Memorial Day barbecue: time to find out if Kai takes after his dad with regards to pyromania... #

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25 May 2010 @ 04:02 pm

  • 22:52 Potty training: parenting for masochists. #

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Evan Lorne-Jones
06 May 2010 @ 06:23 pm
Thank you, everybody who sent me birthday wishes. I am now, officially, old. I can hear my bones creaking as I type. Don't be surprised if Ianto starts wheeling me around in a chair soon and casting longing glances at younger men...

Seriously, though, it's been a great day so far. Ianto cooked, and there was cake, and Jack even sang me a little song that I really wish I'd never heard...

And Kai made me a painting. What more could I ask for?

And now? Ianto's memeCollapse )
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