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Sep. 13th, 2014 11:27 pmparallels[She can't take her eyes off him.
The chips have long been forgotten; now cold and soggy on the plate. And the ones in her stomach are churning unpleasantly.
He is the Doctor. He really truly is. And yet, he's like a stranger. She's on a date with a man who's an old friend and also a stranger and she has to get to know his ins and outs, likes and dislikes, bad habits. All that.
It's a bit of a thrill. And yet terrifying.
Her heart still beats out of time when she looks at him. But why? Is it residual feelings left over from his last face? Or something else entirely? She's never been particularly in touch with these sorts of feelings. Too messy. Too risky to let walls down.
Her eyes flit again to his face and his sharp eyes.
It's really not an ideal meal.]
The chips have long been forgotten; now cold and soggy on the plate. And the ones in her stomach are churning unpleasantly.
He is the Doctor. He really truly is. And yet, he's like a stranger. She's on a date with a man who's an old friend and also a stranger and she has to get to know his ins and outs, likes and dislikes, bad habits. All that.
It's a bit of a thrill. And yet terrifying.
Her heart still beats out of time when she looks at him. But why? Is it residual feelings left over from his last face? Or something else entirely? She's never been particularly in touch with these sorts of feelings. Too messy. Too risky to let walls down.
Her eyes flit again to his face and his sharp eyes.
It's really not an ideal meal.]