heirloom.

i just thought-- you might have a rule against soldiers. [indie. danny pink rp blog.]

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A train in space? Sounds pretty cool.

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          [ should he salute? no doubt danny's still a little irritated over their first introduction. but he's important to clara, and that means danny will do his best to be on his best behavior. ]

          [ still, that doesn't answer the question as to why he's here, right now. ]

                    Doctor?

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          [ there’s a beat, where danny makes sure the stranger’s speaking to him, before letting himself settle back. his lip quirks up into an amused smirk. ]

                    I teach high school. Every day’s strange to me.

     { a huff of air that could almost pass a laugh escapes his lips, and he offers a small smile in return. } 

          You make a good point — nothing’s ever really normal for me either.

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          [ there's another beat between them, but it's not uncomfortable. danny cuts a look over to the other man, taking a good look at him for the first time. he looks disheveled, like he rolled out of bed just a few minutes before, expensive-looking suit and overcoat thrown haphazardly over tense shoulders. ]

                    Normal's really such a bland word, if you ask me. Never quite understood the definition.

                    Name's Pink, by the way. Danny Pink.

[toturnhisback]

hopping over here because i finally watched last night's episode of doctor who and can safely look at the dash without worrying about untagged spoilers (:

really not sure how i feel about it, about clara's turnaround in the end. i mean, of course i was hoping, but she lied? sort of. like, danny's supportive of her decisions and trusts her not to make a decision that would do more harm to her than good, but that in no way makes it 'his decision' or any of that bs like ???

not sure how my dann'y gonna react to that news.

[toturnhisback]

                    Hey. You okay?

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❝ Hello there, Mr. Pink. You won't believe me when I say this but —— I'm the Doctor. Not the Doctor you know. And probably don't like. I just wanted to tell you that I hope that Clara is safe in your hands. You make her happy. And that makes me happier. I don't care wherever she goes, I only ask that you take great care of her and she's ultimately happy in the end. Ignore my future self, he's uh —— got a few trust issues at the moment. ❞

          [ really, pretty much all danny can do is stare. he's the doctor? how the hell does that even work? one morning he looks like a baby, the next he's got skin falling off his skeleton, he's so old. and they don't even look remotely the same. ]

          [ he tries to shake himself off, make himself focus on the heart of the situation, what's being said. the ex-soldier takes in a breath and scrambles for words in response. trust issues is an understatement, as far as danny's concerned. but when he looks at this doctor, it makes clara's face when he asked "are you in love with him" make that much more sense. because the answer is yes, whether she realized it or not, when the doctor had this face. ]

          [ danny doesn't need the doctor's approval. he's going to do his own thing whether the doctor's ego is okay with it or not. as long as clara wants him around, he'll be around. it's as simple as that. ]

                    Thank you, Doctor.

                    I do try.

[toturnhisback]

okay so i've been thinking a lot about a post i saw a little while ago that stated the original poster was a little irritated that clara was 'pushed to her breaking point' so soon after danny opened to door for clara to talk to him about it should it happen.

i think that it wasn't so soon-- i think it was clara finally being given a different set of eyes to look through in reference to her relationship with the doctor and how he's treated her. i think danny represents a lot for clara and gave her a newfound sense of independence and like-- i don't know, made it okay for her to say "this is not okay, i am not okay"

because like, he's the first person we've seen since clara's been on the show who gave her an ear and a hand and told her it's okay to take charge of herself and admit when something's not okay.

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                    Bit of a chill in the air today, isn’t there?

                           would you care for it to be warm ?                                     ☾  he can arrange that. ☽

[toturnhisback]

          [ there's something weird about the way the other man says the words that grabs danny's attention in the way it wasn't there before. he edges a look over to the other for a moment, before turning away again. ]

                    Nah. Change of the seasons is important.

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          [ it he a psychopath? probably not. the ex-soldier takes a bite of his protein bar, damp towel around sweaty shoulders, and stares for probably a bit too long. ]

                    Rough day?

          [ danny holds out half of his protein bar for the other man. ]

                   he takes the offered half bar with a                                                             nod of his head in gratitude.

                ❛ Yeah, brotha. ❜

                              damn cap and his damned need to keep fit.                                            putting the rest, aka sam, to shame.

                                                        ❛ Been one of those days, you know? ❜

[toturnhisback]

          [ he crumples up the wrapper and reaches down to drop it into his bag, a smile on his face. ]

                    Yeah, I understand. Guess even the gym doesn't always work to clear our heads.

                    You a runner, then?

[toturnhisback]

          [ why is she laughing? did he say something stupid again? dating usually isn’t this difficult, really. ]

                    No, uh. I mean— really nice.

          [ he affords her a sheepish grin before throwing everything to the wind and saying fuck all, my name is danny pink, and there’s a pretty girl in my apartment. ]

          [ danny pauses, taking a moment to drink her in, the soft light of the living room casting shadows in just the right places. she’s just as nervous as he is, he reminds himself, which is what makes the decision easier— he leans forward and kisses her again. ]

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                                            Another chuckle. Quiet, barely breathed                      can barely disgruntle a feather’s flight pattern, barely enough                 to mist a mirror but the sound is there.  SWIFT  and sure and                 soft like a child’s  promise,  it is there. She bites her lower lip                 at his stutter and her  HELD  breath festers in the proceeding                 silence, only to be stolen by the kiss that comes next.

                She returns it, matching whatever force he gives.                 The flip in her stomach is  concealed but is known all too well; the                 feeling of    F A L L I N G,    spiraling downward at 9.8 metres per                 second squared, after a prolonged climb         heart’s a soaring, a                 jet taking flight.

                     ’Like a daunted witch, quitting castles when real days break.’

                                         And she, a scholar of literature, internally ponders                 why such a     MINUSCULE    act is so romanticized, prolonged in                 descriptions for lengths of rhyme, wrapped in   metaphors.   There                 are hundred line poems  about THIS ONE THING though it merely                 be small patches of nervous skin that move and join.

                     Yet it is never the action that is emphasized, it is the FEELING.                 There is no one way to put it. It is chaos           a great and terrible                 beauty of an EXPLOSION       that lips allow to dance where there                 are no words that  can aptly describe how this tiny conglomeration                 of nerves could     reverberate    down to her toes, the joints of her                 elbows, ricocheting  to  the  beat of her racing heart that CHASES                 for more. No ceremony of words could patch this havoc.

                                                        It is quiet in his apartment.                 The  sound of rattling  pipes drains  and  falls  away  into  forgotten                 normalcy. In this light, to look at him reminds her of creation                            the first time the Earth so felt the    Sun’s warm embrace and let life                 bloom and     GROW.    She parts from his kiss smiling, grinning. A                 hand  has  managed to crawl its way up his chest, his neck, against                 his cheek      the way SUNRISE’S light creeps into dawn. Forehead                 against forehead, she cannot make herself move away.    Her voice,                 when she speaks, is barely above a whisper.  A feather light, almost                 another kiss in itself. Light. FREE.

                                 ❝ This those extras you were talking about ? ❞

[toturnhisback]

          [ it's like he's sixteen again, with braces and curly hair wondering how he's going to ask the girl of his dreams to prom, and missing his chance completely when the star of the football team asks her instead. this is what clara oswald does to him-- turns him back into that nervous little boy with butterflies in his stomach, and he doesn't understand it one bit. ]

          [ doesn't mean he'd change it for the world. ]

          [ it's a rush, the feelings that flood him the moment their lips touch. there have been poems written about this very act, words carefully sculpted onto paper about fireworks and butterflies and love at first sight, sealed with a kiss. and danny never understood, could never bring himself to see what all those writers were talking about, as a maths guy. words never made sense-- how could a kiss, a heart be like a rose? how could someone's heart melt for someone else? for the longest time, the war left him ruined, emotions and thoughts frayed and unable to patch themselves back together. ]

          [ he's finally allowing himself to be okay again, and now danny can understand. each slide of his lips against hers sends shocks through his entire body, and his hand sneaks around to the small of her back, pulling her in closer. there's heat, everywhere, where she touches him, where she's pressed against him-- a different kind of heat, a heat he's not used to. it starts in the center of his chest and winds around his entire body, focusing in on the hand that's pressed to her back, the spot she's got hers. ]

          [ then the whole world seems to crash back into place, and she pulls away. his eyes flutter open, a bit unfocused, lips still parted. danny likes her. a lot. and he shouldn't, doesn't understand it, but he does. and it's okay. he presses his cheek into her hand, sucking in all of the physical contact he's been missing for so long. ]

                    Could be. That is-- if you're interested.

          [ danny, what are you asking? he's not sure he knows himself. his other hand comes up to cup her cheek. the night went from good to bad to worse to how-- but she's here. he doesn't want to miss this opportunity, whatever it is. ]

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