HOMECOMING DANCE COMMENT FICATHON

[orange_crushed]

I KNOW WHERE EVERYONE IS TONIGHT
THEY'RE ON TUMBLR
TALKING ABOUT HOW MUCH THEY MISS LJ
WELL LET'S DO THIS

I OFFICIALLY INVITE YOU AND EVERYONE YOU KNOW TO A MULTIFANDOM COMMENT FICATHON, RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW. We're talking Doctor Who, Sherlock, Elementary, Harry Potter, Avengers, Marvel and DC, Justified, Star Trek, Veronica Mars, Secret Diary of

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[mylittlepwny]

doctor who + ten/rose +

[wellavengeit]

walking away at the dark end of day [Doctor Who, Ten/Rose + photo prompt]

He never thought that she could look desaturated and sepia, but surrounded by mist and the dead browns of autumn there’s nothing bright and vivid about her.

“Your coat matches. You blend right in.” She says, and she’s trying to warm her hands in his pockets. She’s curling around one of his arms and her fingers are tangled with his. In any other coat, the lining would be bursting at the seams trying to contain fifteen slim fingers but instead they fit perfectly, just like always.

Her head rests just on top of his shoulder and even though they’re stumbling around in something that’s more like a waddle than actual walking they’ve managed to find themselves out of sight of the TARDIS.

It’s going to be dark soon and he can tell that Rose is thinking about chips and hot chocolate and curling up with a film in the library, but he doesn’t want to leave just yet. There’s a soft edge on everything like they’ve stepped into an old film and while she’s solid against him, it’s like she’s just a cloud of smoke that he’s dragging along.

Her hands are burning in his pockets, and he’s sure that the chill of his isn’t helping her to keep her fingers warm, but she’s doesn’t move them out. Not even to scratch her nose when her hair moves to tickle it.

The only things around them are a few trees and a creek that seems to flood a bit when it rains.

“Where are we?” He thinks he hears Rose whisper, but when he looks down he sees that her eyes are closed and she’s stumbling along next to him blind with faith.

“We’re together.” He says, making the words quieter than the breaths moving from her chest, but he still wishes that there were a gust of wind to carry them away.

“What?” She’s opening her eyes now, looking up at him, and everything about this is soft, soft, soft, so when he presses his lips against hers it only makes sense that that is soft as well.

When they pull apart, he says, “Nothing. It was nothing.” And she closes her eyes again, tucks her face into his shoulder and they continue to stumble through the fog. He doesn’t know where they are, has only the faintest inkling of when and he’s happy to keep it that way if only to shut out everything that isn’t the softness of Rose’s fingers tangled with his.