#attitudeandeyebrows

Sól’s days on Earth were filled with so, so many humans, she couldn’t ever take them all in. All their eyes, their hair, their faces. But what a peculiar man she laid her bright eyes upon today. Odd. Sól was almost tempted to say it was the most peculiar man she’d ever seen. He just seemed to...                                              stand out.

Oh no--  The man had probably seen her staring, because he’d approached her now. He moved his mouth. Oh-- he was saying something; but before she had regained her senses. What did he say?! He looked like he was waiting for some kinda answer or explanation. Well, she was gonna deliver either quickly--

“A-Ah, yeah. Yeah. I like what you did to your... eyebrows. They make you look--”, the girl confidently said, before coming to an unplanned stop. She’d spoken without thinking first. And now her improvising skills failed her. Wasn’t something unusual with her, actually. Sól slightly waved her hands about as if it would help her regain access and control over her mental library of vocabulary, especially adjectives.                             “-- so serious.”

She knew those words. The voice was different, accent thickerand the tone older, but she knew them. The face was different,the hands had changed, the hair lighter and somehow possiblymore messy and whimsical than she had last seen. It was all sodifferent, but there was one thing, on single thing that had notchanged at all. That SMILE. That beautiful, lonely smile wasthe same as it had always been. There was not a single doubtin Amy’s mind, this was him. This was the Doctor. Her Doctor.For a moment, all was silent. She watched him, as curious asever. Moments passed her by, memories of a different face,memories of a man she had known for her whole life, thosemoments as a seven year old, bittersweet reunions at nine-teen, silly, ridiculous moments dancing with wedding attire.It felt like a lifetime ago, and in a way, she supposed it was.Amy lifted an arm, a hand coming to rest against the side ofhis face. She had done it countless times before, and still, itfelt different. He was different. In some ways, perhaps Amytoo was different. A smile broke her solemn expression, itlifted the corners of her lips and went all the way up to hereyes, the recognition shining through. There was no doubtin her mind anymore, not one bit, this was him. 

        ❛ My Raggedy Man. ❜