YOU WROTE POETRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY. I'M GOING TO NEED A MINUTE TO GET PAST THE EXPLOSION OF AMAZING THIS JUST CAUSED.
OKAY. I THINK I'M SET.
(She's caught my scent, she's followed my trail. My footsteps crunch over branches and stars and every so often I stop running.
Because I want to be caught.)
HOLY SHIT. These lines are ~golden~, Kat. And fierce and sharp and HE WANTS TO BE CAUGHT WHAT WHAT YESSSSSSSSS because it's true, and this is just. GOLDEN.
I'll buy her jewels and take her dancing and we'll scream at the moon together when it defies us.
She'll take her name and pour it into my mouth. Bite my neck and I'll drain my life for her. I'll watch her lick my blood from her lips and ask if she wants more.AND THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD WRITE POETRY FOREVER. Also fics, as you will see in a minute, but POETRY TOO. Because thissssssssssssss, this is like so perfect I can't even wrap my head around it, and you know how excellent I am at wrapping my head around the Doctor and Rose and their epic intergalactic
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LOL AND IT ONLY TOOK LIKE, FIVE DAYS! I AM A LAST MINUTE TYPE OF GAL, THAT' ME.
Does it make sense that this is the Doctor before he met Rose and he's waiting to meet her? I mean, really you can take it however you like (sexualol) but that's what I was going for.
YOU'RE SO PERFECT I CAN'T WRAP MY HEAD AROUND IT. ♥
OMG. YOU WROTE POETRY. SMUTTY POETRY. AND IT'S PERFECT, NOT ONLY BECAUSE IT'S BY YOU, BUT BECAUSE IT IS TRULY PERFECT. You told their story, Kat. You did. From him waiting for someone who'd save him and then him keeping her at arms lenght and leaving her behind at home and then another universe and SHE KEEPS COMING BACK because in fact HE WANTS HER TO. The parallels, they get to me every single time. And every time I read I find a new meaning for everything.
She'll take her name and pour it into my mouth. Bite my neck and I'll drain my life for her. I'll watch her lick my blood from her lips and ask if she wants more.
Don't even dare telling me this isn't sex and Bad Wolf all combined. Or maybe Bad Wolf as a metaphor for sex or vice-versa or maybe I just think like a dirty old man.
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OKAY. I THINK I'M SET.
(She's caught my scent, she's followed my trail. My footsteps crunch over branches and stars and every so often I stop running.
Because I want to be caught.)
HOLY SHIT.
These lines are ~golden~, Kat. And fierce and sharp and HE WANTS TO BE CAUGHT WHAT WHAT YESSSSSSSSS because it's true, and this is just.
GOLDEN.
I'll buy her jewels and take her dancing
and we'll scream at the moon together when it defies us.
She'll take her name and pour it into my mouth. Bite my neck and I'll drain my life for her.
I'll watch her lick my blood from her lips and ask if she wants more.AND THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD WRITE POETRY FOREVER. Also fics, as you will see in a minute, but POETRY TOO. Because thissssssssssssss, this is like so perfect I can't even wrap my head around it, and you know how excellent I am at wrapping my head around the Doctor and Rose and their epic intergalactic ( ... )
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Does it make sense that this is the Doctor before he met Rose and he's waiting to meet her? I mean, really you can take it however you like (sexualol) but that's what I was going for.
YOU'RE SO PERFECT I CAN'T WRAP MY HEAD AROUND IT. ♥
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You told their story, Kat. You did. From him waiting for someone who'd save him and then him keeping her at arms lenght and leaving her behind at home and then another universe and SHE KEEPS COMING BACK because in fact HE WANTS HER TO. The parallels, they get to me every single time. And every time I read I find a new meaning for everything.
She'll take her name and pour it into my mouth. Bite my neck and I'll drain my life for her.
I'll watch her lick my blood from her lips and ask if she wants more.
Don't even dare telling me this isn't sex and Bad Wolf all combined. Or maybe Bad Wolf as a metaphor for sex or vice-versa or maybe I just think like a dirty old man.
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It's always sexual with the Doctor and Rose. ;)
♥ ♥ ♥
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