The Doctor knows heartache. He knows it intimately, an old friend who has traveled with him longer than anyone else. He's known it with Rose, that day on that barren beach, knowing that he'd never see her face, hear her voice again. But now she's hear and that ache has changed to something sweeter. There's a vulnerability in his own expression -- not unheard of, but rare that it makes it all the way to the surface.
But the words are spoken, let loose into the world, and he meets Rose's gaze, the faintest flicker of smile over his lips. For once in his life, he doesn't have anything else to say. H watches her, silent still, soaking in the softness of that touch.
And then her lips are on his and he's kissing her back, like the touch of her lips are the catalyst of some reaction that's been waiting all this time. He kisses her back, just as soft, just as gentle, winding his arms around her securely. His Rose.
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so sorry for the delay on this
Date: 2019-07-24 11:37 pm (UTC)But the words are spoken, let loose into the world, and he meets Rose's gaze, the faintest flicker of smile over his lips. For once in his life, he doesn't have anything else to say. H watches her, silent still, soaking in the softness of that touch.
And then her lips are on his and he's kissing her back, like the touch of her lips are the catalyst of some reaction that's been waiting all this time. He kisses her back, just as soft, just as gentle, winding his arms around her securely. His Rose.