Wrinkled, pgtakethewordsApril 23 2009, 02:46:42 UTC
"You'd be dead if it wasn't for me."
It cuts, because that's exactly what he had been searching for. The end. And if her smile didn't make him want to smell the sweet tang of freshly cut grass or if their hands didn't fit like two lost pieces of a locket, he might be angry at her for swinging into his life and making him want to live it.
So he spends his life with her. They leave their footprints in the snow and he leaves his fingerprints on her skin, and they leave creases in time that belong solely to them alone. And when she comes back, her love for him blinding, he swallows it whole even though it kills him.
There was nothing before her, and there will be nothing after her. No matter what kind of man he is after the fire, he was and always will be hers.
Re: Wrinkled, pgmylittlepwnyApril 23 2009, 02:59:08 UTC
Oh. Oh my god.
Oh my god, Kat.
So he spends his life with her. They leave their footprints in the snow and he leaves his fingerprints on her skin, and they leave creases in time that belong solely to them alone. And when she comes back, her love for him blinding, he swallows it whole even though it kills him.
I can't even catch my breath, this is so beautiful and perfect and so he spends his life with her and swallows it whole even though it kills him and oh, Kat. I love you.
The Harriet Jones effect.orange_crushedApril 23 2009, 01:13:14 UTC
"This is Rose Tyler," he says, flashing teeth and the psychic paper in one go, because really, it's a combination deal. "She's my plus one." They snap open the velvet ropes. "This is Rose Tyler," he says, a week later, at a crime scene. "She's my plus one." Yellow tape is pulled aside for her to pass under. "This is Rose Tyler," he tells the Russian Ballet, in April of 2017. "She's my plus one." They nod and bustle her backstage. "This is Ro-"
"Yes, we know," says the viceroy of Parabrazilicon. "We're all familiar with your plus one, thank you."
Rose laughs and snaps her gum.
"It's alright, Doctor," she says, slipping her arm through his. "You can be my plus one for a bit."
Re: The Harriet Jones effect.orange_crushedApril 23 2009, 01:41:06 UTC
I REALLY CAN'T STOP. Um, I should stop, because I have tons of work to do. But I love you for doing this. I love you, love you, love you. And Rose. I do love Rose.
She is holding an apple; the color spreads from her hands, the round red tips of her fingers, the orange glow of her wrists in the console light, smooth yellow-white skin soft at the insides of her elbows. She is holding an apple and she is connected, all of it is. The round green earth and the circles of her kneecaps, the apple and the seeds and the dark centers of her eyes and she bites down, hard, and the flesh of the fruit splits.
His pulse jumps like a subwoofer, the sudden spurt of time on a broken clock. He flushes the color of cherries, or doesn't, because she can't see him anyway, not under the grates. He strips a wire more brutally than anybody has to.
"What ?" she asks. The juice runs down her chin. She licks the trails with a pink tongue. He rolls his eyes to keep from opening his mouth, because nothing good will come of that"D'you know," he says idly, after a long minute spent trying to mentally deconstruct her nutritious breakfast, "on some planets you'd have to eat that with a knife and fork." She frowns. "With gloves
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So it's an all around Thing for you, then. This writing the Doctor just exactly how he really is, no matter whether it's Nine or Ten or any decimal version in between and I totally knew that already, thanks to that one ficlet you wrote that time, but still I am INORDINATELY PLEASED, because this, okay, thisthisthis, has my pulse pounding and my head nodding and his violent wire stripping as a way to try to keep calm and carry on and not let Rose see how fantastically sexy he finds the simplest of her actions is NINE ALL OVER OMG, just, all over
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I must just camp in denial
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It cuts, because that's exactly what he had been searching for. The end.
And if her smile didn't make him want to smell the sweet tang of freshly cut grass or if their hands didn't fit like two lost pieces of a locket, he might be angry at her for swinging into his life and making him want to live it.
So he spends his life with her. They leave their footprints in the snow and he leaves his fingerprints on her skin, and they leave creases in time that belong solely to them alone. And when she comes back, her love for him blinding, he swallows it whole even though it kills him.
There was nothing before her, and there will be nothing after her. No matter what kind of man he is after the fire, he was and always will be hers.
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Oh my god, Kat.
So he spends his life with her. They leave their footprints in the snow and he leaves his fingerprints on her skin, and they leave creases in time that belong solely to them alone. And when she comes back, her love for him blinding, he swallows it whole even though it kills him.
I can't even catch my breath, this is so beautiful and perfect and so he spends his life with her and swallows it whole even though it kills him and oh, Kat.
I love you.
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"Yes, we know," says the viceroy of Parabrazilicon. "We're all familiar with your plus one, thank you."
Rose laughs and snaps her gum.
"It's alright, Doctor," she says, slipping her arm through his. "You can be my plus one for a bit."
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1. a blush; rosy glow
2. a sudden rise of emotion or excitement
3. glowing freshness or vigor
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His pulse jumps like a subwoofer, the sudden spurt of time on a broken clock. He flushes the color of cherries, or doesn't, because she can't see him anyway, not under the grates. He strips a wire more brutally than anybody has to.
"What ?" she asks. The juice runs down her chin. She licks the trails with a pink tongue. He rolls his eyes to keep from opening his mouth, because nothing good will come of that"D'you know," he says idly, after a long minute spent trying to mentally deconstruct her nutritious breakfast, "on some planets you'd have to eat that with a knife and fork." She frowns. "With gloves ( ... )
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Omg, so amazing. So evocative, I overuse that word, but it's true.
LOVE, and Melissa will freak no doubt. lol
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This writing the Doctor just exactly how he really is, no matter whether it's Nine or Ten or any decimal version in between and I totally knew that already, thanks to that one ficlet you wrote that time, but still I am INORDINATELY PLEASED, because this, okay, thisthisthis, has my pulse pounding and my head nodding and his violent wire stripping as a way to try to keep calm and carry on and not let Rose see how fantastically sexy he finds the simplest of her actions is NINE ALL OVER OMG, just, all over ( ... )
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