☆ ࿐ ˚ ) he's clawing at something just out of reach, something out of the corner of his eye that comes in a just out of focus: a light ray, human skin. they're fighting it, the urge to look (a greek tragedy, orpheus trying to keep his chin tucked down but this time out of fear ––- for if she isn't there, it'll be clear that their own mind, or the TARDIS itself has chosen to hurt him, yet again). a hand moves up and sits to cover his mouth, a pressure against his skin and for just a moment, he tries to not breathe:
the image doesn't sharpen, and there's still something missing ... (two names sit at the back of their mind, scrambled and untouchable, a nightmare).
❛ @badwo1f, ❜ her name falls like the beginning of a prayer, like words whispered behind a confessional. where have you sinned doctor? right here in front of me. ❛ i'm worried ... it feels like ––- ❜ the voice trails off, and only for a quick moment does he peer up to her (so human looking, like them, but something unruly beneath). ❛ never mind. ❜ they're quick to shake their head, ❛ would you like to go somewhere? ❜ avoidance, his very special saved tactic.
4 notes
·
View notes