"i saw time carving faces" is such an intriguing name i'd love to hear something about it :)
ahh thank you! this is a really old torchwood wip from maybe 6 years ago in which (spoiler) after Ianto dies he becomes part of the time vortex and iirc the fic followed jack following traces of this voice calling to him across the universe, which turns out to be Ianto looking for him. and i think the fic was going to end with jack as the face of boe dying and then the two of them slowdancing in the stars.
idk if i’ll ever go back to it, but i am still kind of sold on the idea it was funky. here’s a couple of excerpts from the document:
It is said, that when the final pieces of the universe fall, red and burning and beautiful, even time herself will die. Turning her back she will drift into nothing and somewhere, in amongst everything, a man with a stopwatch will cease counting and smile.
7006 billion years before this, while orbiting Xenia 3, a small moon floating in the outer edges of the Klyttani System’s magenta gas clouds, an impossible man dreams of the darkness.
Something is waiting in the darkness. Flitting in and out of focus, like static on an ancient television, something in the corner of his awareness - turn to look and they’re gone, blinking out like they were never there there.
“Find him” the nothingness seems to hiss. “Find him.”
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“He was there, wasn’t he, on that first day? The Doctor. That’s how you knew my name.”
Jack keeps his eyes shut, refusing to surrender the pretence of sleep. Outside stars are dying, raining like bullets into the unknown, and, heavy on Jack’s shoulder, Alonso’s heat feels horribly habitual.
“You talk about him in your sleep sometimes. Did you know that?”
He’s tracing patterns on Jack’s chest; Circles and spirals, like TARDIS controls.
We burn, Jack, hot as the stars above your head. Can you feel us yet?
Glimmers of gold specs begin to form in the edges of his vision. They dance, untouchable and beautiful. And just for a moment he swears he can hear a familiar voice telling him “That’s enough now, Sir.”.
