a very human thing to do

[thenakedcupcake]

a very human thing to do, Rose/Ten, TenII, Eleven. pg. 701w.

The thing is, he’s been thinking an awful lot about roses lately and what happens when they bloom. Rose petals, rose tea, dew on roses, rose water, rose candy, rose colored lenses in which he used to see the world.

Crunch, crunch, go the leaves, and he lets them.

Comments

[mae_stark]

Whoa... This was so deep and sweet and angsty. I still can't quite figure out what just happened.
This was beautiful.

[thenakedcupcake]

Oh, love, thank you. <3

[arliddian]

This is lovely. I love the way you wove these different scenes together, the way you've showed how clearly the Doctor loves Rose no matter which Doctor or which time. I also love the onomatopoeia! Gorgeous. <3

[thenakedcupcake]

They're pretty timeless. I love them to bits.

[mylittlepwny]

Get out of town with this fic, Mariah. Get out of town.

She’s worrying tiny foot-in-girl-sock shaped grooves into their floor because she hears the stars sing, and feels someone six cities to the left die, fingers in their white hair and taking a last shallow breath into sleep. She feels Tony’s happiness at a higher mark in school, the vibrations of this earth that churn as magma far beneath her feet.

He thinks strawberries might make her feel better.

Are you serious with this lyricism, right now? You are, aren't you. You fucking are and I love it and I want it NEVER EVER TO STOP.

His grin could eat the country alive it’s so wide, his fingers tapping a staccato along the store’s posted hours.HIS GRIN COULD EAT THE COUNTRY

[thenakedcupcake]

DARLING I HAVE MISSED YOU.

I need more of them. I feel an AU coming on.

Thank you, bb. <3

[mylittlepwny]

NOT MORE THAN I'VE MISSED YOU.

You feel an au, I feel an orgasm, EVERYONE WINS IN THIS SITUATION.

[zazie11]

Mariahhhh.

True fact: a week or two ago I was missing your writing, so I dug into your earliest TTU stuff. Moirae ... sigh. I love all the versions you paint of Rose changed by the TARDIS, and this new little strawberry slice dips into that realm in the loveliest of ways. In this piece, you offer us flavors, colors and textures in such a way that I felt I was tasting your words as much as reading them. Strawberries cut obliquely, curry tinged leaves crunching like potato chips, and sugar cubes dissolving one grain at a time (the image of the little white blizzard might be my favorite ... and she sips).

Melissa covered so many of the wonderful bits ... what can I add? I love the repetition of everyone's contemplation of their humanity, like the refrain in a song, knitting them all together. I love the visual of TenII's grin that could eat the country alive and of an autumnal Eleven dreaming of spring-y things, where everything's coming up roses.

And Rose and Rose AND ROSE - of the universe and saving the universe - she is always,

[thenakedcupcake]

ZAZIIIEEEEE. YOU BEAUTIFUL CREATURE.

I do not know Roman Holiday. I WILL INVESTIGATE.

Oh, love. I miss here. I reread my old things and can't believe they're mine. It's time to typity typity.

Is all well with you? <3

[isawthephoto]

I CAN'T TAKE IT

The thing is, he’s been thinking an awful lot about roses lately and what happens when they bloom. Rose petals, rose tea, dew on roses, rose water, rose candy, rose colored lenses in which he used to see the world.

Crunch, crunch, go the leaves, and he lets them.

Do you realize how gorgeous this is? I mean, I feel like weeping. It's just. Wow.

[thenakedcupcake]

Oh, Eleven. I'm convinced he still yearns even if he doesn't want to.