i imagine ianto’s apartment to be like chaotically neat, you feel? like, he’s not there often, and he doesn’t have that many possessions in the first place, but what he does have is placed strategically in such odd places, that it wouldn’t make sense to anybody but him.
like, whenever tosh comes over for movie night she’s always sitting on top of whatever book ianto’s reading in his tidbits of spare time (voltaire, usually), and no matter how many times it happens, she just doesn’t learn.
and gwen has constantly tried to re-organize the small abode, but ianto has learned to keep a close eyes on her, and swat away whatever her wandering hands may be working on (she’s taken to shoving his mugs in the cupboard, much to ianto’s dismay).
owen isn’t over much, but when he is, he exaggerates the state of the apartment, lunging through the neatly folded piles of blankets on the floor as though they were made of lava. it bothers ianto to no end, and if owen’s coffee tastes a little salty the next day- well, ianto has absolutely no idea why.
jack loves ianto’s apartment. he’s been living at the hub for years, and isn’t used to how regular people actually live. and when they finally upgrade from casual office hookups to a Real Relationship™ (or as real as the two of them can get at least) he finds the quirkiness off ianto’s apartment to be rather a lot like ianto himself; a quiet storm.
(he just wishes he’d stop tripping over things. it messes with his ‘cool.’)
If you can relate your OTP to the song King and Lionheart, chances are it’s a damn good OTP
If you can relate your OTP to the song A Thousand Years, why the fuck are you doing this to yourself, get out, right now, there is only pain ahead for you. Abort the ship and save yourself.
