fairytaled: (• R a i n of Blossoms)
Aᴍᴇʟɪᴀ Jᴇssɪᴄᴀ "Aᴍʏ" Pᴏɴᴅ ([personal profile] fairytaled) wrote in [community profile] asgardeventide 2014-04-15 09:36 am (UTC)

[ It's nice, isn't it?

Seemingly all at once she recalls this. She can't quite put her finger on it either. She's reaching for the Doctor, sees her arms reach out in her mind, but she blinks and she realizes her arms haven't moved at all. Time bends around her. Seemingly slows and picks up into an impossible pace. She sees her past few adventures, those few times she was the one running for him. Scares and death.

Then silence.

She swallows. This all runs through her in one quick moment. She doesn't move out of the way because she can't. The Doctor may be running for her, but she doesn't plan letting go once she has him. She's here, but there's that to worry about. The future and how it's been settled. It's a set place and she still hasn't met it.

The embrace is just as tight back, swallows a need to sob, a light and small one that's smothered by her smile. It's covered and pampered away. She's happy, she's alright. So is he. Everything is still alright here.

And the embrace actually has to end. A spin and that slight dizziness straightens. She steps back to actually look at him.
]

Treating you well, I see. [ This place. Still looking together and in one piece, Doctor. ]

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