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Jul 11, 2009 04:05

a matter of taste, Ten/Rose, pg
They went and saw and conquered again and were alive, still alive, so alive, still running, and would keep running from one adventure to another until the planets stopped spinning and all the stars burn out. 473 words.


Once more, the world didn't end, but the population of that small planet never found them for the party. They were already running away, over badly illuminated cobbled streets, below a dark sky and a shower of blue and purple fireworks. The wind had blown her hair, sweat trickled down her neck and her carefully applied mascara had turned into dark smudges on her eyelids. She looked at him and laughed at their great escape, her smile lighting up her eyes and his entire life and she had never looked more beautiful to him.

They took another turn, their laughter echoing in the empty alley, and suddenly she was in his arms, being squeezed and lifted from the ground, basking in the afterglow of victory. His eyes shone and sparkled, reflecting the fireworks or maybe something else, something more, and his smile was huge and just for her, and how could she not smile back? They went and saw and conquered again and were alive, still alive, so alive, still running, and would keep running from one adventure to another until the planets stopped spinning and all the stars burn out.

But they couldn't keep running away from each other.

Her feet found the ground again, but the air didn't shift the way it's supposed to when your life is about to change. He looked so serious and she kept silent, waiting for she didn't know what, even if she kind of did, playing nervously with the soft hair in the back of his head. He could be deciding to buy a lifetime supply of bananas in the market or to dump her home because it was always so dangerous, and she decided she wouldn't let him do neither, because how dare he, they had enough bananas already and she wouldn't miss it for the world, but his eyes flickered down to her mouth and she knew.

He was so close, just a freckled blur in her vision, his breath warm and tickling her lips, then he was closer and their noses bumped and she giggled awkwardly and he did, too, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and she closed her eyes and he held her tighter and she thought this moment would never come but they finally, finally, finally got it right.

She waited to be swept off, to forget her name, the time, the world. To hear bells and more fireworks inside her head, or to feel the turn of the universe like he did. She expected him to taste Time Lord, ancient and forever, like fire and stardust and the million of galaxies he had visited with and before her and would keep visiting when she was no more. Like all his knowledge and disguised wisdom, or even something completely exotic and alien.

He tasted like chicken.

It was perfect.

challenge 03, :00mina

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