Love Letters to Theta, age 18 (#58 - School, G)
Title: Love Letters to Theta, age 18
Author: von_gelmini
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Theta/Koschei
Rating: G
WordCount: 690
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. I am not writing this for profit.
Written for Love Letters prompt #58 - School
Love Letters to Theta, age 18
Dear Theta,
I think I am the only student in the universe who hates summer vacation. Well, maybe there are two of us, or so I like to think. I can’t wait until these long two months are over and I get to go back to school.
It wouldn’t be so bad if it was like when we were kids and my family stayed home for the break. But Mother’s on this whole kick that we have to “Summer” somewhere together as a family. I honestly don’t think any of us like it, not even her. It’s just the thing to do in her social circle now. The hens all get back in the autumn and prattle on and on about this resort or that trying to one-up each other.
I haven’t left Father’s TARDIS though. Do you know where she picked to go this year? Earth! Of all places. Somewhere called Switzerland. They’re supposed to have the best spas around, so she should be distracted at least. Father’s off doing something called skiing, hurling himself down an icy mountain with sticks on his feet. He looked quite the sight when he left the TARDIS. He broke his leg yesterday and spent the day with the tissue regenerator on it, but he’s back trying to do it again today.
They had a whole itinerary planned for me but I flat refuse to step foot outside. I want you to be the first person to show me Earth, Theete. I want to see it through your eyes. I don’t want her spoiling it for us. It’s tempting though, and maybe if I could sneak out on my own... but nope. I’m not going to. Well, maybe just to buy you a present. I know how much you love chocolate. Apparently that’s the third thing this Switzerland is famous for.
I found a new notebook and I will write you something every day. You’ll have a whole book of boring ‘What Koschei did on his summer vacation’ stuff to read. Maybe I won’t give it to you though. You’ll realize what an absolute dullard I am and won’t like me anymore.
Maybe all I’ll write is reams and reams of things I wish I could be doing with you. (Get your mind out of the trash, Theete! I like doing other things with you too!) Like right now? I wish we were sitting down in the common room on the long sofa over by the window. I’m sitting on one end, reading like I was earlier today. You’re stretched out lying down on your side with your head in my lap, reading something of your own. Every now and then I reach down and brush my fingers through your outrageously Human ginger hair. It’s so soft and fine. My fingers twirl in that long bit that’s always falling in your eyes. You think I don’t notice, but I feel you sigh as you turn the page of your book. I take my hand away and pretend like I’m going back to reading so you won’t know how much I love this. But I’m not really reading, I’m watching you. I look down the sofa, my eyes following the length of your lean body. Part of me wants to do more than just look, but I feel so content just having you quiet with me like this that the thought leaves as quickly as it came. And then without my noticing it, I find my hand has found its way back to your head, and I am petting you again.
We stay together like that, just reading, just being together. People move around us in the common, coming and going. Busy, noisy, rushing people. Yet no one dares talk to us, to interrupt our reverie.
You put down your book and roll onto your back in my lap. Reaching up you take my book from my hands and close it. Your smile, Theete - my whole world is in that smile. And I don’t know if you notice, but I just might have slowed time down a little to make that moment last.
I miss you so much, my other heart.
Yours,
Koschei
Author: von_gelmini
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Theta/Koschei
Rating: G
WordCount: 690
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I do not own Doctor Who. I am not writing this for profit.
Written for Love Letters prompt #58 - School
Love Letters to Theta, age 18
Dear Theta,
I think I am the only student in the universe who hates summer vacation. Well, maybe there are two of us, or so I like to think. I can’t wait until these long two months are over and I get to go back to school.
It wouldn’t be so bad if it was like when we were kids and my family stayed home for the break. But Mother’s on this whole kick that we have to “Summer” somewhere together as a family. I honestly don’t think any of us like it, not even her. It’s just the thing to do in her social circle now. The hens all get back in the autumn and prattle on and on about this resort or that trying to one-up each other.
I haven’t left Father’s TARDIS though. Do you know where she picked to go this year? Earth! Of all places. Somewhere called Switzerland. They’re supposed to have the best spas around, so she should be distracted at least. Father’s off doing something called skiing, hurling himself down an icy mountain with sticks on his feet. He looked quite the sight when he left the TARDIS. He broke his leg yesterday and spent the day with the tissue regenerator on it, but he’s back trying to do it again today.
They had a whole itinerary planned for me but I flat refuse to step foot outside. I want you to be the first person to show me Earth, Theete. I want to see it through your eyes. I don’t want her spoiling it for us. It’s tempting though, and maybe if I could sneak out on my own... but nope. I’m not going to. Well, maybe just to buy you a present. I know how much you love chocolate. Apparently that’s the third thing this Switzerland is famous for.
I found a new notebook and I will write you something every day. You’ll have a whole book of boring ‘What Koschei did on his summer vacation’ stuff to read. Maybe I won’t give it to you though. You’ll realize what an absolute dullard I am and won’t like me anymore.
Maybe all I’ll write is reams and reams of things I wish I could be doing with you. (Get your mind out of the trash, Theete! I like doing other things with you too!) Like right now? I wish we were sitting down in the common room on the long sofa over by the window. I’m sitting on one end, reading like I was earlier today. You’re stretched out lying down on your side with your head in my lap, reading something of your own. Every now and then I reach down and brush my fingers through your outrageously Human ginger hair. It’s so soft and fine. My fingers twirl in that long bit that’s always falling in your eyes. You think I don’t notice, but I feel you sigh as you turn the page of your book. I take my hand away and pretend like I’m going back to reading so you won’t know how much I love this. But I’m not really reading, I’m watching you. I look down the sofa, my eyes following the length of your lean body. Part of me wants to do more than just look, but I feel so content just having you quiet with me like this that the thought leaves as quickly as it came. And then without my noticing it, I find my hand has found its way back to your head, and I am petting you again.
We stay together like that, just reading, just being together. People move around us in the common, coming and going. Busy, noisy, rushing people. Yet no one dares talk to us, to interrupt our reverie.
You put down your book and roll onto your back in my lap. Reaching up you take my book from my hands and close it. Your smile, Theete - my whole world is in that smile. And I don’t know if you notice, but I just might have slowed time down a little to make that moment last.
I miss you so much, my other heart.
Yours,
Koschei