Title: Unsuitable For Humans
Author: badly-knitted
Characters: Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 777: Music at torchwood100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Music varies widely throughout the universe.
Disclaimer: I don't own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble. Set in my Ghost of a Chance 'Verse.
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Travelling the universe with Jack, Ianto was privileged to experience all manner of weird and wonderful things. Every planet, and every alien race, had their own unique culture, so he saw breathtaking architecture, extraordinary works of art, mind-blowing performances by the greatest dancers, acrobats, actors, magicians, and specialists in arts that didn't even exist on earth.
And then there was the music, some of which played on the emotions so skilfully that the audiences felt themselves transported to a level of awareness they'd never experienced before. Symphonies that moved all who heard them to tears or to laughter, from the depths of sorrow to the giddy heights of euphoria, and everything in between.
Not all music, however, was designed to be appreciated by human ears.
"Just smile and pretend to enjoy it," Jack whispered as he slipped something into his husband's hand. "But put these in first; they'll block out the worst of it."
"Earplugs?" Ianto whispered back.
"Trust me, you'll need them if you want to keep your brain from leaking out your ears."
"It can't be that bad."
"Imagine a thousand cats having a fight in a tumble-drier full of scrap metal."
"I'll wear the earplugs."
"Wise decision."
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The End