Being entirely unable to sleep, I wrote a fill for Hold Me: A Comfort Fest: "The Dead, the Wide-Eyed and the Legless." Too much of the rest of this post was Tiny Wittgenstein, on account of being awake round the clock, and has been edited accordingly. I write fic on an average of once every year and change and had not written for Torchwood before. Either it takes place late in season two or I am ignoring the existence of the second-season finale; Owen is undead and Tosh is having a rough time in the aftermath of something I had to keep from turning into casefic. I can't believe "Mycology" is not an official tag on AO3.
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- 1: Does it seem slow to rain? Does it feel like soft moss?
- 2: Now let's listen to a conversation between two English actors on the subject of Warships Week
- 3: How am I supposed to know what's real?
- 4: And we'll find you a leader that you can elect
- 5: The ocean is faithful and the Devil's a liar
- 6: I'm aggrieved the hours I've lost I could have spent with my love
- 7: Melting outward like a movie burning on the screen
- 8: We've found where the divide is thin and chosen the other side
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