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londoncallingrpgJack had a very bad habit of letting his guard down. He loved hard and loved well, but in all his long years he was aware that love was brief. Here and there love had lasted for years. Angelo. His wife. Logan. In between there were others, loves great and small. And when love came, even though he knew better, Jack would let his guard down.
Life with Torchwood was all too often painful, bloody, and short. People came and went, but no one retired. No. No one got out so easily.
And the newest, freshest wound was Val. It had all been going so well. Jack's knowledge of tech and Val's understanding of magic had furthered the research into the portal. They were nowhere near being able to pinpoint a time or location, but they'd gotten one to hold steady for a while. It was promising.
Until it all went to hell.
Val went missing right before Jack's eyes. He'd tried desperately to undo what they'd done, but after a while even Jack had to admit he was lost. Gone.
And so Jack threw himself into work. There was no point in drinking- he never got drunk. There was no thirst for companionship- that was just hollow. But work was always there. Work to be done. Aliens to track. Tech to catalogue. A world to keep safe. Jack jumped right back into it and let the satisfaction he found in duty mask the pain of a broken heart.
Tonight he had just confiscated a crate of 'antiquities' and they were loaded in the back of the SUV. He'd let the sellers go since they were just humans who hadn't the first clue about what they were trying to sell. Jack locked the rig up and looked around, trying to decide if he ought to get a bite. He really hadn't been hungry, not since Val vanished, but he knew he needed to eat. He'd died of starvation before and it was a hell of a way to go.
(OTA find him anywhere in London or the outlying towns if you prefer. Jack needs new friends, and old faces will be welcome too!)
Life with Torchwood was all too often painful, bloody, and short. People came and went, but no one retired. No. No one got out so easily.
And the newest, freshest wound was Val. It had all been going so well. Jack's knowledge of tech and Val's understanding of magic had furthered the research into the portal. They were nowhere near being able to pinpoint a time or location, but they'd gotten one to hold steady for a while. It was promising.
Until it all went to hell.
Val went missing right before Jack's eyes. He'd tried desperately to undo what they'd done, but after a while even Jack had to admit he was lost. Gone.
And so Jack threw himself into work. There was no point in drinking- he never got drunk. There was no thirst for companionship- that was just hollow. But work was always there. Work to be done. Aliens to track. Tech to catalogue. A world to keep safe. Jack jumped right back into it and let the satisfaction he found in duty mask the pain of a broken heart.
Tonight he had just confiscated a crate of 'antiquities' and they were loaded in the back of the SUV. He'd let the sellers go since they were just humans who hadn't the first clue about what they were trying to sell. Jack locked the rig up and looked around, trying to decide if he ought to get a bite. He really hadn't been hungry, not since Val vanished, but he knew he needed to eat. He'd died of starvation before and it was a hell of a way to go.
(OTA find him anywhere in London or the outlying towns if you prefer. Jack needs new friends, and old faces will be welcome too!)
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Date: 2017-08-18 04:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-08-18 04:03 am (UTC)"Have you ever dated anyone your own age?" Jack asked, skipping the fact there were few men older than he was.
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Date: 2017-08-18 04:06 am (UTC)"I'm not exactly normal for my age," he said.
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Date: 2017-08-18 04:07 am (UTC)"And what does psychology say about gravitating toward older men?" Jack asked.
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Date: 2017-08-18 04:09 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2017-08-18 04:23 am (UTC)"Well, I'm not a psychotherapist or anything, but I don't think it would hurt to break out a little. Get on Grindr or something. Meet some new people. Maybe not the ones who just want sex. Maybe go to okcupid for that. Or, hell, I don't know where kids meat up now. Is there an avocado place in town? Guys your age love avocados, I heard."
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Date: 2017-08-18 04:27 am (UTC)"Look, Jack..." He'd finished most of his meal, and he put his fork down. "If you're, ah, entirely uninterested in me then I can stop flirting."
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Date: 2017-08-18 04:31 am (UTC)"You don't have to. I'm just not in a great place right now, Alcuin. Your love life isn't the only one in the toilet," he said, smiling as he tried to make light of it- a smile that didn't touch his eyes.
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Date: 2017-08-20 07:33 pm (UTC)God he really was oblivious lately. This was worse than when he'd kissed Anael.
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Date: 2017-08-20 08:04 pm (UTC)Jack chuckled lightly.
"You don't have to be sorry, Alcuin," he said. "It's going to be alright. Time heals all wounds. I just...I wasn't ready for him to go, is all."
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Date: 2017-08-21 12:26 am (UTC)"How much time?" he asked. Because he certainly didn't feel particularly healed.
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Date: 2017-08-21 08:00 pm (UTC)"Just a few months together, and it's been not quite a week since he disappeared on me," he said softly.