i love you still among these cold things (amy, writing, eleven)

[fluffyfrolicker]

i love you still among these cold things | doctor who | amy (writing, eleven) | 500 words | for clockwork-hart1 who prompted

refusal to confront them directly
does not make you a lesser warrior
pick up your pen
unleash upon them your paper monsters
(fight the good fight.)

oh, and, i stole the title from neruda.

Comments

[ladymercury_10]

This is gorgeous! I love the parallels, and the end is so bittersweet and lovely.

[clockwork_hart1]

I WANT TO DIE???

but also, oh, this, oh all of this.

it would make a good title for the story you might never write, because stories are the first thing you had to let go off, when you let go of --

god cannot salvage the wreckage

because it is, it is an elopement, even if you have no plans of ever marrying him. my life in your hands, he will curse you some time in the future, masking it as a blessing, as if you had any space left in your lungs that could contain such naive thoughts, as if --

this is art - im crying, maybe?

-- you are human, you are --

-- so, writing, you begin your tale, and the words stratch your skin with blood, is a lot like running.

it always has been.

always worth it - it's always worth this kind of torture for both of them.

you are so ruiniously lovely? I was not equipped for this today

[ever_neutral]

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how like you to bring this into existence in the midst of my re-watch spiral. I CAN ALWAYS COUNT ON YOU TO RUB SALT IN THE WOUND.

{{{{{{{{{{{{{deep breaths}}}}}}}}}}

first of all: you did the fucking thing. AMY/WRITING (aka THE REAL REAL OTP, ALL OTHER AMY SHIPS CAN GO HOME.) ALL MY LIFE I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS FIC. THANK SANTA (/satan) YOU WROTE IT so i didn't have to.

and one elopement later. because it is, it is an elopement, even if you have no plans of ever marrying him.

AUDIBLE GASP

he did that to you, too, and still does - leaves you to save yourself, leaves you to -- leaves you

(alone in the dark)

-- which, in the end is why you write

ISN'T IT ALWAYS (NOT THAT I'D KNOW)

you are not sure he

[kwritten]

AMY/WRITING (aka THE REAL REAL OTP, ALL OTHER AMY SHIPS CAN GO HOME.)
I raise you Amy/Dawn/writing

.... just saying

[kwritten]

you are not sure he would quite understand writing instead of running. then again, after all this time, you are something he has never been, which in itself is a well of wisdom he will never have access to

so this is what war feels like. so this is what it feels like to have your entire heart bleeding on the ground and gold glitter streaming down your face.

this is IRRESPONSIBLE OF YOU.

also this is brilliant and I am so sorry it took me so long to comment? everything about this is gorgeous. and perfect. and painful. and lyrical. and magickal. you are a dream and your words are a poem.

bless you.