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theagentturnedwanderer:
Humming against his lips she let her thumb brush along the line of his jaw. Smiling and shaking her head at his next compliment. “You already have me here, no need to keep flirting,” she teased.
“Maybe I just enjoy it,” he replied. He kissed her again, deeper this time, letting out his own hum of pleasure. “Besides, it’s just the truth,” he continued with a smirk.
theagentturnedwanderer:
From the doorway of her room, her eyes followed as the others moved around. When his tall form came through the curtain, she counted to three before walking up to him. A hand resting against the red head’s shoulder.
“I can take it from here,” she said with well practiced ease. This time she didn’t turn her head to watch Amy leave this time. Instead keeping her focus on the man in front of her.
Now she knew she hadn’t been hallucinating, because he fit every bit of her memories as if the last century hadn’t even passed. One difference from the man she had lost as her eyes settled on the pulse point in his throat. It was less than a second that they rested there but it was enough that she had to swallow back her thirst. Covering it with a cough to have it appear she was just clearing a dry throat.
She pushed out her hand as she did, a smile spreading across her face, speaking up again. “Hi there, I’m Claire L- Harkness, and you are?”
“John, John Smith,” he replied returning her smile. She was only more beautiful close up and the strange sensation of familiarity was stronger as well. He reached out to take her offered hand to shake it but instead inexplicably found himself bringing it to his lips to kiss the back of it instead. That was strange...and slightly embarrassing. Why had he gone for that old-fashioned gesture?
theagentturnedwanderer:
Forcing herself not to look back in his direction, Claire found the rhythm in the lines. Each one flowing without much effort. A benefit of having performed the play more times than she could remember. As far back as when her heart still beat in her chest and the gasps of breath felt more real when the reveals were made.
After the curtain call, she kept glancing out of the corner of her eye back to the row he was seated in. Worried that he would leave before she got to say anything to him.
Her hand wrapped around the arm of one of her fledglings once they were fully behind the curtain once again. Red hair in a braid to match the play whipping around as she pulled on her arm. Amy, she thought her name was.
“Go give him the offer, I need to talk to him. Just… don’t compel him.” She had to know that he would come of his own free will. The ‘normal offer’ being a look backstage. She found it easier to get a drink that way.
“Why him?”
“That is not something you need to concern yourself with. You and him can pick out a meal after,” she answered, her voice rushed.
“Yes ma'am,” she answered back, the lit of an accent she couldn’t quite place still there no matter how many places they had moved.
She resisted the urge once again to peak around the curtain to see if it would work. Instead using the time to rush back to her room and collect herself.
He was certainly surprised to receive the offer of a backstage tour, but he had to accept if for no other reason than hope for a chance to meet the gorgeous and talented actress who had seemed to notice him. Perhaps he would get a chance to find out if he’d really just been imagining that moment between them and that strange sense of familiarity toward her.
Following the woman backstage he looked around with some interest, but mostly his attention was only on that one idea.
theagentturnedwanderer:
“You are apart of my life, and I like this new life. I like it a lot already.”
Tilting her cheek back against his hand, she found her forehead pressed against his neck. The cold feeling nice against her skin, warm from the rush of everything.
“A miracle?” she asked as her lips pressed against his the corner of his.
He kissed her again softly before pulling back and nodding seriously. “Don’t think I could be any more fortunate.” He wasn’t sure he believed in miracles, certainly not for him, but this was enough to cause him to doubt that position.
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Her steps were silent, even in her heels, as she walked across the stage to take her place. In the moment between the room lights flicking off and the stage lights coming up was always a moment of excitement for her. It allowed her to scan the crowd to see how full the seats would be each night.
It certainley wasn’t a packed house but there were enough. Brown eyes brushing over each face she looked for anyone that interested her. It wasn’t until she reached the eighth row that for the first time in over a century it felt that her heart had jumped to her throat.
There was no need to pretend to blink her eyes when the lights came up. Clara had to be sure that she wasn’t having hallucinations once again. But he still sat there.
Feeling the eyes of the others on stage. She realized she had taken half a step forward out of her place. Sliding the foot back she allowed the play to begin.
“…Come Gentleman.”
John had been sitting restlessly in place waiting for the play to start for quite some time. He was a tiny bit startled when the lights came up and one of the actresses appeared to be staring at him. An illusion, he was sure, there were enough people and empty seats in his general area for her to be looking at, assuming she was seeing any of them at all. That feeling, however, was not helped, by the faint but insistent since of familiarity about her as if he had met her a long time ago, itself surely an illusion since he was certain he’d remember meeting her, as she was also astonishingly beautiful.
He was so caught up in these thoughts that he didn’t even notice the delay in the play beginning or the looks the actress in question was getting from her fellows on the stage. When finally the play began, he sat back and tried to immerse himself, attempting to banish the strange thoughts and feelings.
theagentturnedwanderer:
Claire breathed a sigh of relief as he answered her worries with such a calm demeanor. Resting her head against his shoulder, she closed her eyes. The tension from her muscles easing away. With how possesive he had been after Danny left she couldn’t deny there was a part of her that didn’t think it would be as easy as it was. “I’m so happy you are okay with this.”
A smirk lifted the corner of her lips. “I wish I could give you more of my time.”
He smirked back. Well, obviously so do I, but I want you to have your life. And again, just having you here at all is a miracle.” He stroked the side of her face as she laid against his shoulder, looking at her lips as if he was considering bringing her up for another kiss but didn’t want to disturb her from her position.
Happy 5th Anniversary to “The Impossible Girl” - Five years ago today (9/1/2012) Jenna-Louise Coleman stole our hearts as Oswin Oswald in Asylum of the Daleks.
She is still greatly missed. Doctor Who just hasn’t been the same since she left.
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“Roleplayers who know you’re busy or having any sort of issues in real life and continue to talk to you, while waiting weeks or months for a reply to a thread, are a blessing.“
theagentturnedwanderer:
“Nothings… nothings wrong, John,” she whispered lifting her hand to cup his cheek. An ache forming in her chest when she had seen his face fall. But she needed to say this before they got to deep in thenl routine. “Its just… I have a human life in the daylight hours. Yours is the opposite and my sleep schedule cannot take that many hits,” she explained in a rush.
“I have a plan though. On Fridays I will have a bag of clothes in my car and go straight from the school to your home. And from friday night til Monday morning you will have my undivided attention.”
“Oh,” he replied, nodding his head in understanding. While he was greedy for as much of her time as he could get, this was honestly more time with her all to himself than he had been expecting right away. “That’s fine Claire, I wasn’t expecting you to rearrange your life for me. I mean, I’ve been eager to steal as much of your evenings as I could, but I know you’re human now, I’m not going to try to pull you into the dark entirely.” Not until she let him change her back, anyway. “Honestly, even just for weekends, having you back is more than I could have dreamed of.”
Whatever you’ve got planned, forget it! I’m the Doctor. I’m 904 years old. I’m from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous. I am the Oncoming Storm, the Bringer of Darkness.
“Do you spare any thoughts of the distress you’ve caused with this elopement? Your parents and sisters are distraught.” - Mr. Darcy, Death Comes to Pemberley
The Blue Box in Hertfordshire
thedoctorsboss:
“Everywhere and everywhen?” Lydia wrinkled her nose in disbelief. “That doesn’t make any sense. However, you are a funny man so I’ll let it slide.” She held onto him tightly when the box started to move. She’d never felt anything like it, and she wasn’t entirely sure she enjoyed it. The box moving, that is. She fully enjoyed the feel of grabbing onto the Doctor.
She let go once she felt stable and turned to hide her blush. After a moment she started talking again “I can’t imagine what it’s like, and I can’t wait to see it. When are we going to? Somewhere fun? Please tell me it’s fun. I’m always so bored at home.”
He was surprised when she held on to him during the flight, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. When she let go, he noticed the blush that she tried to hide by turning away and he smiled.
“Oh, I definitely think you’ll have fun. London should do for a start. Have you been before? Aiming for 2013, think you’ll be surprised how much can change in a couple of centuries. And you might like some of those changes given your boredom with your home life and tendency to sneak out in the middle of the night.” The last was said with a bit of a teasing tone.
theagentturnedwanderer:
She leaned up into the kiss. Resting her forehead against his as her smile lifted up to morror his. “You didn’t. Though I’m worried that I might bring it down further.”
His smile grew when she returned it and he made a contented murmur at her resting her forehead on his own. His face fell again at her follow up statement however. “Oh? Is something wrong Claire?” he asked, concerned.
theagentturnedwanderer:
Claire hummed as his fingers ran through her hair. She could have stayed forever just like that. Hand moving to set the menu on the table. It moved back to cup around his wrist. “C'mon sit down.”
“You’re not taking anything from me that I am not willing to give.”
He let her lead him to sit down next to her and leaned in to kiss her softly. “I know,” he replied, with a half smile, “If only your willingness could make it perfectly safe.” He shook his head. “Sorry, love, didn’t mean to bring the mood down.”
theagentturnedwanderer:
“Its alright,” Claire whispered, one hand moving to his cheek when she saw the concern in his eyes. Her fingers gripped his shirt as she moved around him to the couch. She tried to make it seem like she just didn’t want to let go (which in a way she didn’t but that wasn’t the main reason) instead of her fear of her legs giving out and making him worry more.
Reaching under the table she grabbed the delivery menu to a Chinese restaurant she liked. She lifted it up to him with a soft smile. “You said, I need to be on a better diet. So this time, only this time, you can order for me.”
He laughed lightly, and shook his head. “You know, it sounds pretty bad when you say it like that, like I’m criticizing what you eat. Just trying to make sure what I’m taking from you is being replenished, that’s all.”
He reached down, but passed by the menu to stroke her hair softly. “Nothing in the world is worse, or more terrifying than the idea of hurting you.”
thedoctorsboss:
It felt like trying on swim suits took forever for her. Oswin modeled each one for him to see what he thought, and finally settled on a bright red two piece. “Cmon Doctor. Did you find a pair of swim trunks you like? Look at these! They’re almost Tardis Blue! Can’t swim in your suit.”
“What? Oh no, I haven’t yet.” The Doctor replied, a bit distracted in spite of himself. “I do like Tardis blue. And no, this isn’t my swim-worthy suit, so that wouldn’t be a good idea. Yeah, those will do, right?”
The Blue Box in Hertfordshire
thedoctorsboss:
Lydia was surprised when he continued to suggest it was possible. She figured she’d press it further. “The past sounds boring, nobody cares about any of that. Take me to the future. Show me something nobody around me could ever have seen, Doctor.”
Somewhere in the back of her mind, she thought about how her family would miss her but she did not care. “Is that where you’re from, with your fancy ship box? The future?” She stood very close to the man that she’d only just met.
“The future it is,” he replied. “Things no one around you could even imagine, much less see.” He smirked at her. “I’d give you a warning about culture shock and the scandalous behavior of people in the future, but given that you’re here with a man you just met, I guess you’ll probably be fine.”
His face fell a little at her next question. “Where I’m from is a bit more complicated than that. These days I suppose I like to think I’m from everywhere and everywhen.” he recovered with a small laugh. As he spoke he moved slightly around the console, adjusting controls and preparing to put the TARDIS in flight.
