Might tell you tonight [open to brazen_hearts]

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((Following this))

Through dangers untold and hardships unnumbered -- well, that's all very well and good, but where's the instruction manual for pouring out one's heart? Were Sarah in the state of mind to remember she'd ever done so, she'd gladly agree to take on a labyrinth and the Goblin King himself all over again than be faced with this.

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[brazen_hearts]

He really ought to have taken a look at that particular lever before gallivanting off to the Nexus. He's been better about such things, really, with Sarah to remind him now and again--when she can remember the names of the gadgets needing replacement, at least. And she's been extraordinarily good at that more recently, but this... even he can't remember the name of it just now

[dangers_untold]

Terror is a fine word for it.

It isn't that Sarah is naïve by any means, but when a girl grows up with fairy tales for instruction manuals and a goblin king for a first romantic encounter, her perceptions are bound to be out of the norm. By the time she met the Doctor she had been kissed exactly twice, and neither event had impressed her in the slightest. In fairness, neither boy had come anywhere close to fitting in to the Prince Charming category, and in retrospect she shouldn't have been so surprised at the lack of fireworks or birds singing or beams of heavenly light descending on her to complete the moment. It wasn't the first (or second) time in her life she'd been expecting a magic moment and been met instead with the greyness of reality.

In truth, she hasn't been thinking at all about kissing him - not right now and not with any seriousness. The thought has crossed her mind more times than she'd care to admit to anyone, usually in the dark of her room while burying her face in the white linen of her pillow, or those

[brazen_hearts]

The first thing on his mind when she advances is, strangely enough, the Mara. She doesn't look quite that sort of terrified, though, nor does she look like anything other than herself (albeit a vaguely frightened self). Instinctively, his arm goes out as she approaches--

And she's gone. He's left staring somewhat dumbly at the wall that was behind her a moment ago. What... what just happened? One hand comes up to prod gingerly at the receptive bit of his face, and he turns a thoroughly perplexed gaze to the lever. The exclamation still echoes, soft though it was, merely adding to his befuddlement. Did she just...? What was that for? He's come to be accustomed to more understandable things, such as hugs, fearful clinging, excited grasping of hands, but he struggles to make sense of the last ten seconds. Kissing

[dangers_untold]

She really ought to find the time to carve out a better hiding spot. Not that Sarah has ever found it necessary until now to really hide from the Doctor; normally when she seeks solitude it's with the understanding that he won't disturb her unless necessary. While she's never thought of it as hers, over time the Copse has become her unspoken sanctuary, a place where venerable trees seem to bend to her in greeting and the redolent air wraps her like a blanket. She's never begrudged the Doctor any intrusion he's chosen to make, but today of all days she half-wishes he'd stay away. Not out of animosity, but simple, pure embarrassment