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We'll Always Have Greece, Ten/Rose, G.
(I apologize for this - I'm pretty rusty at writing).
"She took herself back there, mentally. She took herself back to Greece.",290 words.
We’ll always have Greece.
He says it in a whisper, but she knows hidden under those words of comfort, those words of solace … she knows he’s breaking. And how is it supposed to comfort her if he cannot even comfort himself? The wheels in her head keep turning, forcing her thoughts in a different direction. She took herself back there, mentally. She took herself back to Greece.
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The amount of attention he was paying to her was quite overwhelming. She had only just got up out of bed; she had not even gotten to the shower yet. But without ever failing, his eyes were there, tracing up and down the lines of her body like a stencil. Before he could rest them elsewhere, she turned to face him.
“Really, Doctor? You may want to rest your eyes - they’re going to get weary,” she teased.
The words seemed to roll right off from his tongue. “Weary? And of what weariness do you speak, Miss Tyler? I must admit, after all of my days, these eyes have had their ups and downs, but weariness is not usually something I have ever accompanied by your presence.”
The response she could not quite seem to muster seemed so mundane, so boring, so … useless, once he made his way to her. In this moment, she couldn’t quite remember what they were just discussing; for their lips were embracing in a conversation all of their own. Words and sentences and paragraphs were spoken, dancing their way across the valleys and hills of his and hers. He finally released her, he finally allowed her to breathe. The subtle shades of brown in his eyes caught the light. And now it was her turn to stare.
Also: it won't save my entry tag for my username, boo.
(I apologize for this - I'm pretty rusty at writing).
"She took herself back there, mentally. She took herself back to Greece.",290 words.
We’ll always have Greece.
He says it in a whisper, but she knows hidden under those words of comfort, those words of solace … she knows he’s breaking. And how is it supposed to comfort her if he cannot even comfort himself? The wheels in her head keep turning, forcing her thoughts in a different direction. She took herself back there, mentally. She took herself back to Greece.
---
The amount of attention he was paying to her was quite overwhelming. She had only just got up out of bed; she had not even gotten to the shower yet. But without ever failing, his eyes were there, tracing up and down the lines of her body like a stencil. Before he could rest them elsewhere, she turned to face him.
“Really, Doctor? You may want to rest your eyes - they’re going to get weary,” she teased.
The words seemed to roll right off from his tongue. “Weary? And of what weariness do you speak, Miss Tyler? I must admit, after all of my days, these eyes have had their ups and downs, but weariness is not usually something I have ever accompanied by your presence.”
The response she could not quite seem to muster seemed so mundane, so boring, so … useless, once he made his way to her. In this moment, she couldn’t quite remember what they were just discussing; for their lips were embracing in a conversation all of their own. Words and sentences and paragraphs were spoken, dancing their way across the valleys and hills of his and hers. He finally released her, he finally allowed her to breathe. The subtle shades of brown in his eyes caught the light. And now it was her turn to stare.
Also: it won't save my entry tag for my username, boo.