Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Team
Word Count: ~2000
Spoilers: The whole series.
Warnings: Language, slight sexual implications, death (canon).
Disclaimer: Everything I own can fit in my room. Torchwood does not fit. Neither does Edgar Allan Poe (the poem is his. It is entitled "The Bells"). I also do not own Shakespeare, or the Scottish play referenced herein. I don't own much at all, come to think of it. Even my brain's on loan.
Summary: From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells. Moments in time.
There is a light film of snow on the ground and, when the wind picks it up, it swirls and glistens like tiny flecks of glitter.