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ft. @timedten & @badwo1f
@badwo1f wrote, "you're laughing?! do you really think this is funny?"
he is laughing— can’t help it. it bubbles up out of him, bright & helpless, the sort that bends him in half for a second as he presses his palms to his knees & tries ( fails ) to breathe it back down. when he finally straightens, there’s that grin— wide, boyish, entirely unrepentant— eyes shining like the universe just told him a very good joke.
“ funny ? ” he echoes, incredulous, pointing vaguely between the two of them as if the explanation is obvious. “ rose, you’re standing in the middle of a perfectly respectable nineteenth-century ballroom, there’s a clockwork pigeon on the chandelier, &— ” he leans in, lowering his voice conspiratorially, “ we’ve somehow managed to nick custard creams from the buffet before the incident. that’s not funny, that’s brilliant. ”
he rocks back on his heels, still smiling, laughter softening into something warm & fond as he looks at her properly now. “ besides, ” he adds, gentler, “ you do this face. when you’re indignant. ” ( he's missed that face. )
the doctor reaches out without thinking, fingers brushing hers— easy, familiar, like muscle memory. “ c’mon, ” he says, bright again, “ five more minutes. we’ll fix it, save everyone, then you can tell me off properly. deal ? ”
@badwo1f wrote, ❛ if it was the other way around, would you have come back for me? ❜
the time lord goes very still at that, like the question has caught somewhere under his ribs & won’t let go. for just a second the whole universe seems to narrow down to rose tyler & the look on her face & the awful, impossible shape of the answer.
“ if it was the other way around ? ” he repeats, tasting the words, letting them settle. then nods once, sharp, decisive. but it’s not that simple, is it? never is. “ i’d say i’d be sensible, ” he admits. “ responsible. very big on rules, me. fixed points, crossed streams, the universe wagging its finger & saying don’t you dare. ”
the doctor finally looks back at her. really looks. old eyes in a young face, bright & wrecked & honest in a way that should be illegal. “ i’d be lying. ”
“ i would have burned through stars, rose tyler. i would tell myself i was fixing things, saving things, being very clever— ” his voice drops. stripped bare. “ but really i’d just be trying to get back to you. ”
a pause. long. heavy. “ doesn’t mean it would’ve worked, ” he adds quietly. “ doesn’t mean the universe would’ve let me. but don’t ever think i wouldn’t have tried. ”
Gibs him a forehead kiss 😚
for a moment he forgets how to breathe, fingers twitching uselessly at his side, before a crooked, boyish smile breaks across his face— soft, surprised, & a little bit undone. something ancient & tender in his gaze that doesn’t quite match the young face he’s wearing.
@badwo1f wrote, ❛ why did you leave without saying goodbye? ❜
now that wasn't fair. here, the timelord stood, face to face with her standing in the middle of the corridor like she hasn’t shattered every probability he knows. like she hasn’t just done something that should not be possible.
he blinks. once. twice.
“ no, ” he says, very quietly, as if saying it in such a way might make reality reconsider. “ no, you can’t… ” he steps closer despite himself, eyes wide, scanning her like she’s a paradox waiting to bite. alive. solid. breathing. not a projection, or a memory. not one of the universe’s cruel little echoes. “ rose tyler, ” he breathes, & there’s real shock there now, cracking through the centuries. “ you’re — you’re here. ”
the doctor laughs, sharp & disbelieving, running a hand through his hair.
“ that’s not possible. i checked. i triple-checked, ” he trails off. “ you’re years late anyway. & very definitely not supposed to be standing in front of me during an active disaster. ”
no, hold on. his expression shifts, awe giving way to something careful. “ rose, ” he says again, softer now. “ how are you standing here ? ”
a pleasant growl tore from his throat , rumbling in his chest a fraction too long as he leaned forward , capturing rosalina's hand in his to press a kiss to the top of her knuckles. how delicious it was , having a secret that would no doubt be revealed soon enough. her husband shifted awkwardly at her side , a good looking yet spineless man , who often drank & shook her around when his coin purse felt light. aro was taking his time , but he was certain his head would be stuffed & mounted before the month was out. ❛ ah , welcome. i am so glad you two could join us again - i'd been finding my parties lacking without your presence. ❜
not that his rose had missed a single one , a knowing glint in his eye as he straightened up & flashed a sharp grin at her husband , admiring the throb in his throat as he swallowed. he was nervous. good. his attention returning to the woman , appreciative eyes danced over her new gown , crooning softly under his breath. ❛ you look positively stunning , my dear. come , the party has begun in my new ballroom. have you seen it yet ? i had it repainted in gold. ❜ looping an arm through hers , aro pointedly left her husband behind as the two of them sauntered off toward the lilting music.
@badwo1f / closed starter !
why are we whispering?
❛ would you rather be screaming , my rose ? ❜ the tempting suggestion hung in the air as his lips found the delicate arch of her throat again , tracing the puckered wound he'd provided earlier with a gentle kiss of his mouth. aro's own veins were still thrumming from the sunlight that poured from her blood , making his pores ache in the best possible way , his teeth throbbing with the rising desire to bite down again. but something nagged in his chest , something real , some flicker of humanity that seemed to grow in her presence.
he didn't want to hurt her , no. he wanted to lavish her with gifts , with pleasure , to remind her in every reincarnation , every form she took that she was his. aro's face leaned back reluctantly , sweeping her hair gently over her shoulder to conceal her neck from him , opting to draw her further into his lap instead , resting himself comfortably against the carved headboard of his grand bed. his teeth flashed as he grinned at her. ❛ dimmi. amidst all those starry travels you enjoyed with your doctor , did you ever meet any vampires ? were you afraid of them , or did something in you , something forgotten & primal , tell you not to be ? ❜ did she know ? did she remember how he would've burned the world down for her ?
@badwo1f
A lil kiss on the cheek for 9 🩵
he is being so normal rn thanks for asking.
EYES LOCK ON TO HUMAN, shock dancing behind his eyes like a light, a spark, bright and alive. how strange it is, the way he feels with her, seeing the universe through her eyes. smile twitches at the corner of his lips, fragile thing, too often broken. hand raises, brushing where warm lips met skin. she does not need a reason, affection is so ingrained in human nature he doubts she has one really. but the question leaves him anyway, pulls from his lips with a tone filled with a mix of curiosity and dashed with disbelief.
“ what was that for ? ”
