Always and never
Title: Always and never.
Author: fate_incomplete
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst
Spoilers: None
Characters: Eleven, Amy
Word Count: 500
A/N: Written for the who_contest prompt Forbidden
Summary: The Doctor had torn down Amy's world when she was a child, and put it back together again with himself as its center.
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He counted the beat of time between each glance. His gaze drinking in the sight of her greedily, absorbing her the only way he could. The space between them an expanse that could swallow stars, a void that could consume the universe and still be unsated. The aching depth of it a reminded that she wasn't his to hold.
Selfish delight filled him with each smile he brought to her lips, at the wonder set ablaze in her eyes from the spectacles he laid before her, with time and space dancing at his finger tips. Trapping her, tearing her apart and putting her back together again, unravelling her expectations and understanding, her preconceived notions of the universe, of what it meant to be alive and whole.
He'd torn down her world when she was a child, and put it back together again with himself as its centre. It wasn't right, a mistake he couldn't make himself undo, yet had tried to anyway, for her.
Always for her.
His fingers curled as he watched her with Rory. He had wound them together, brought together their unravelling threads and allowed shared experience and adventures fortify their tie to each other. It was how it should be, what he could give her in place of the hole he had left while she waited, suspended in a childhood fantasy. He wanted to rip it down, even as he ensured its security.
It was all so ridiculous he wanted to scream.
That scream curled itself around his hearts instead, old eyes calm, hands steady. An outwards veneer of composed distance, plastered over depths of yearning sorrow.
He looked down, absorbed himself with the levers beneath his fingers. He had destroyed enough lives to know the danger. It was better this way, with someone else to caress her, run flaming red hair between fingers, even as he imagined they were his own. Her strength, her fire, would only crumble and burn out if he held her close.
He could almost feel her eyes on him when she looked. He tried not to return the gaze, failing as always. His eyes flitted across her face, moving on to look at Rory instead, solid, dependable Rory, who would never break Amy as he could.
He buried the emotions even as they tore free. Suppressed images of fingers entwined, soft sighs, searing heat of skin that could boil atmospheres, lips parting, moist, inviting, teasing apart the fabric of his universe. The thought of what could be tearing at him. Only it never could be.
He set the TARDIS spinning, taking them on one last adventure, just one more. He would tear apart the universe to put her back together again, would leave it in tattered ruins for just one touch, to whisper words too inadequate to convey the storm she stirred in him. He knew he would let her go, destroying himself to set her free. He had to.
She would always and never be his.
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Author: fate_incomplete
Rating: PG
Warnings: Angst
Spoilers: None
Characters: Eleven, Amy
Word Count: 500
A/N: Written for the who_contest prompt Forbidden
Summary: The Doctor had torn down Amy's world when she was a child, and put it back together again with himself as its center.
.......................
He counted the beat of time between each glance. His gaze drinking in the sight of her greedily, absorbing her the only way he could. The space between them an expanse that could swallow stars, a void that could consume the universe and still be unsated. The aching depth of it a reminded that she wasn't his to hold.
Selfish delight filled him with each smile he brought to her lips, at the wonder set ablaze in her eyes from the spectacles he laid before her, with time and space dancing at his finger tips. Trapping her, tearing her apart and putting her back together again, unravelling her expectations and understanding, her preconceived notions of the universe, of what it meant to be alive and whole.
He'd torn down her world when she was a child, and put it back together again with himself as its centre. It wasn't right, a mistake he couldn't make himself undo, yet had tried to anyway, for her.
Always for her.
His fingers curled as he watched her with Rory. He had wound them together, brought together their unravelling threads and allowed shared experience and adventures fortify their tie to each other. It was how it should be, what he could give her in place of the hole he had left while she waited, suspended in a childhood fantasy. He wanted to rip it down, even as he ensured its security.
It was all so ridiculous he wanted to scream.
That scream curled itself around his hearts instead, old eyes calm, hands steady. An outwards veneer of composed distance, plastered over depths of yearning sorrow.
He looked down, absorbed himself with the levers beneath his fingers. He had destroyed enough lives to know the danger. It was better this way, with someone else to caress her, run flaming red hair between fingers, even as he imagined they were his own. Her strength, her fire, would only crumble and burn out if he held her close.
He could almost feel her eyes on him when she looked. He tried not to return the gaze, failing as always. His eyes flitted across her face, moving on to look at Rory instead, solid, dependable Rory, who would never break Amy as he could.
He buried the emotions even as they tore free. Suppressed images of fingers entwined, soft sighs, searing heat of skin that could boil atmospheres, lips parting, moist, inviting, teasing apart the fabric of his universe. The thought of what could be tearing at him. Only it never could be.
He set the TARDIS spinning, taking them on one last adventure, just one more. He would tear apart the universe to put her back together again, would leave it in tattered ruins for just one touch, to whisper words too inadequate to convey the storm she stirred in him. He knew he would let her go, destroying himself to set her free. He had to.
She would always and never be his.
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