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IT HAD BEEN A NIGHT unlike any other Jorj had experienced before; not to say he’d never found himself in the middle of a local festival, or never wandered through a crowd of joyful celebrants in the dead of night surrounded by lights & music, but he’d never done so in a different galaxy, or with someone like the Doctor by his side. He’d spent a great deal of the time looking around & asking numerous, long-winded questions which received even more long-winded answers. Through it all, the smile that had appeared at the beginning of this particular adventure had grown & grown until it seemed that his face could hardly contain it any longer. This was something spectacular —– the Doctor was something spectacular. It was a gift, being here with him. Jorj knew that, & he’d hinted at his gratitude at various points throughout the evening with subtle touches & awestruck, breathless laughter. At some point, a little over halfway through the outing, the Doctor had grabbed his hand rather suddenly & guided him out of the crowd that surged around them & into the shadowy refuge of an alleyway. The night shone above, stars endlessly blanketing the sky & giving Jorj enough of a taste of home that he wasn’t as frightened or anxious as he should be, being on a completely unfamiliar planet where he only barely understood the local language & custom. The moon sat on the edge of the wall that made up one side of their narrow hiding place, & cast a pale light that caught the Doctor’s eye as he turned to stop Jorj from walking further. Those eyes – old & wise & young & reckless & beautiful. Jorj often found himself thinking about them, even when those eyes were not turned towards him, or even in his line of sight. The smile he’d been wearing for the last several hours hadn’t faded, but it had grown a little gentler, just a little dreamier. It might be the fault of those drinks he’d had earlier, that liquor which had tasted so much like the Corellian Ale he was familiar with & which had given him the added comfort of knowing that some common pleasures transcended time & place, but he was feeling more expansive, more gracious, & much more romantic than usual. It was hard not to feel that way, when he had those eyes looking at him, bathed in the light of the planet’s moon. “I have to tell you, Doctor,” he suddenly says, the words pouring from him without direction or intention – pure emotion fueled him now, pure emotion & the courage of stars, “that this is the most amazing —- most unbelievable thing yet, I can’t tell you —– I mean, thank you.” There’s a subtle shift in the air & the Doctor is suddenly closer than before – but who had moved? The Doctor? Jorj? Or the planet beneath them? Jorj’s eyes flicker from the Doctor’s eyes to the faint outline of his lips & he wonders … but he doesn’t have to wonder long. The Doctor leans forward & presses his lips to Jorj’s. For a moment, a blissful moment, Jorj forgets where he is, or what he’d been saying. When they part, he stands there, stunned, trying to wrap his mind around the feelings churning in his gut & flooding into his cheeks. He recovers after a breath, & reaches up to cup the Doctor’s cheek with his hand. His thumb drifts softly over to run lightly over the lips that had just met his, & he breathes again. He can’t think of what to say. So instead of talking, he leans forward & finds those lips again. // @medquien
okay hold on a sec how in the world do i have 135 followers alreaDY
[10:09:59 PM] ѕмιтн: they've enabled you [10:10:06 PM] ѕмιтн: now you've become quite the destroyer yourself
bad shit: 'the girls are nice, once or twice' in a jokey manner @ the public like GET IT !! GET IT I'M SUPER HETEROSEXUAL !!
good shit: 'the girls are nice, once or twice' in a bitter manner like 'why can't i settle down and feel @ home anywhere' but still with a smile bc LET'S BOTTLE UP
oh, and this. youtu. be/Sokj8VXJ49I?list=PLfYrKY2hK9zCMWfrlFOcnhfiUdz3eQy2o
*clutCHES OWN HEART*
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