@martychars / gróa.
❝ hey, stranger. ❞ it’s been a while. clara doesn’t know how long, exactly --- she tried to make it as close to the last time she came as possible, but being lead pilot is still something she’s getting to grips with, and it’s entirely possible she’s a month or fifteen out --- but for her, it’s been a lifetime. she’s lost everything, up to and including her life. she’s gained a TARDIS, but it’s little consolation, when she’s rattling around inside it alone. the ship was never the important part, for clara. but now it’s all that she’s got left. and it’s already broken. ( a diner, here? she’s really hoping that the cloaking stuff is working, so the bloody saxons don’t notice it. )
clara twists her fingers, and smiles. it seems weaker than it might, though she’s endlessly glad to see gróa again. someone familiar. someone she likes. someone she’s missed, but can still touch. ❝ how long’s it been? ❞
