a candle at my chest and a hand on his knee, nine/rose, pg
(Inspired by
Keane’s “A Bad Dream” and
Laura Marling’s “Night Terror”.)
Rose hesitated, her fingers on the chain. He lay on his side, turned away from her. The outline of his ear in the half-light was somehow fascinating-no doubt she’d reached that stage of fatigue where the smallest thing
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Second of all: YAY I was hoping someone would do Night Terror. So vivid and gorgeous and them.
“This place is like Aladdin’s lamp,” Rose mumbled as he draped the blanket around her. “It’s got everything you could ever want.”
“Yeah,” he agreed quietly, flashing a quick smile. “Just about.”
Excuse me while I go and find a mop. Watch your step; my heart just melted.
“I’ve got you, Doctor,” she whispered, finding a smile.
I... oh, Rose. That's my girl.
He only picked the best-he’d boast about that soon. And, he suspected, he’d picked the very best this time.
*wibbles*
This is WONDERFUL.
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So much love.
There was a heartbeat of silence, and suddenly he screamed. It was terrifying and horrible, full of pain and sorrow, as if some invisible force was ripping him apart. It was the sound of a heart breaking, of something miraculous and beautiful and unique dying in agony.
Gorgeous writing here.
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How he admired and loved humanity. How they constantly surprised him. But perhaps never more than the night he discovered that the shopgirl from London could understand what it was to be the Last of the Time Lords;
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The doctor's love for humanity and Rose's understanding of his loneliness are some of my favorite parts of S1/2 and you did such a beautiful job with them. That sweet HUG was ♥ Thank you for writing this!
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