The TARDIS has rather tasteful white fairy lights and a wreath on the outside this year. Inside, she is humming cheerfully and smells of freshly brewed coffee and pine needles
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Re: O Possibly Holy Night: the evening of 24 Decemberten_and_chipsDecember 25 2005, 21:53:54 UTC
Ten eventually appears in the room, coat still on and carrying several massive shopping bags. "Love, really, I could have wrapped some of those for you. Don't strain yourself."
Re: O Possibly Holy Night: the evening of 24 Decemberten_and_chipsDecember 26 2005, 01:59:18 UTC
"I have a second gift for you...I, uh..." He pauses. "I don't know if you'll like it. If you'll remember why you'd like it. But I want to give it to you."
((As soon as Rhi finishes watching The Christmas Invasion, that is.))
Re: O Possibly Holy Night: the evening of 24 Decemberten_and_chipsDecember 26 2005, 06:17:53 UTC
He hands her a flat package containing a bilingual signed first edition of Neruda's Cien sonetos de amor/One Hundred Love Sonnets (trans. Tapscott). The card reads one of my own will come soon. hopefully these will speak on my behalf until then..
The book is inscribed with something private on the other flyleaf, in silver ink, and is marked with a ribbon at Sonnet VII:
Come with me, I said, and no one knew where, or how my pain throbbed, no carnations or barcaroles for me, only a wound that love had opened.
I said it again: Come with me, as I were dying, and no one saw the moon that bled in my mouth or the blood that rose into the silence. O Love, now we can forget the star that has such thorns!
That is why, when I heard your voice repeat Come with me, it was as if you had let loose the grief, the love, the fury of a cork-trapped wine
that geysers flooding from deep in its vault: in my mouth I felt the taste of fire again, of blood and carnations, of rock and scald.
Re: O Possibly Holy Night: the evening of 24 Decemberten_and_chipsDecember 26 2005, 07:23:31 UTC
Ten's voice is soft and husky as he watches her. "Oh, fear not, the boy's definitely going to do that." He moves in, bending down to her, coat still cool, and kisses her, long and slow.
"Je t'aime, ma belle," he whispers against her lips.
Re: O Possibly Holy Night: the evening of 24 DecemberanextimeagentDecember 28 2005, 22:44:02 UTC
Jack, having collected the gift that he had left hidden at Mr. Phale's bookshop for CJ at some indeterminate time because omg is this late, wrapped it and put it under the tree.
The Doctor's present was harder. He wasn't used to buying presents, and he'd used up all his ingenuity on CJ's. So he ended up getting something because he thought it was fun, and hoped that the Doctor would like it, too.
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((As soon as Rhi finishes watching The Christmas Invasion, that is.))
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The book is inscribed with something private on the other flyleaf, in silver ink, and is marked with a ribbon at Sonnet VII:
Come with me, I said, and no one knew
where, or how my pain throbbed,
no carnations or barcaroles for me,
only a wound that love had opened.
I said it again: Come with me, as I were dying,
and no one saw the moon that bled in my mouth
or the blood that rose into the silence.
O Love, now we can forget the star that has such thorns!
That is why, when I heard your voice repeat
Come with me, it was as if you had let loose
the grief, the love, the fury of a cork-trapped wine
that geysers flooding from deep in its vault:
in my mouth I felt the taste of fire again,
of blood and carnations, of rock and scald.
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"Je t'aime, ma belle," he whispers against her lips.
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The Doctor's present was harder. He wasn't used to buying presents, and he'd used up all his ingenuity on CJ's. So he ended up getting something because he thought it was fun, and hoped that the Doctor would like it, too.
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