#capaldislasagne

I was tagged by the wonderful nerdalert252 - so here goes:

1. A cup of fresh coffee with a good book.

2. Listening to the rain outside when tucked up in bed.

3. WHOUFFALDI. Twelve and Clara have ruined my life and I love them for it (fanfics, videos… the reason I am on Tumblr now!) Peter, Jenna, Moff, Mathieson and Murray Gold are an amazing team.

4. Italian food. Mainly pasta. And ice cream. And pizza… yeah, I’ll stop here…

5. Creative writing - I’m not great at it, but I love it.

6. Family holidays. We tend to go to France and Italy, but we might be off to Austria this year.

7. My iPod Touch. I store all my screenshots, apps and a very VERY varied music collection on here (because I currently have a Blackberry…)

8. My incredibly lovely jubbly best friends and amazing Internet friends.

9. My homemade soup with french onions, pancetta and spaghetti. God bless you, Gino D’A Campo for this recipe. And others.

10. Christmas. The hype, the day itself… and the true meaning of it. Plus 2014 gave us Last Christmas!

11. Benedict Cumberbatch attempting to say ‘Penguins’.

12. Evening walks in the summer. Or at sunset.

13. A handsome, modest, inspirational life-ruining 56-year-old. He is also a giggling silver haired Scottish dork - aka my future husband Peter Dougan Capaldi.

14. Peter and Jenna together being 110% adorable and hurting my heart.

15. My beautiful lump of a cat purring round my feet as I watch TV or try and work.

AYGEDHLIA THANK YOU

SET BEFORE ‘IN THE FOREST OF THE NIGHT’.

"We’re here," the Doctor announced over the hums of the TARDIS, his head covered by a navy blue jumper.

Clara glanced around at the speaking jumper. “So… where exactly is here? And why are you wrapping up in woollies in the middle of the year?” She stood tapping her foot impatiently.

"Assane," he replied, emerging from the jumper. "Constant temperature is sub-zero degrees. Covered in a thick layer of snow, complete with a rather marvellous frozen lake." He beamed, tightening his tartan scarf.

"Sounds like Star Wars meets Frozen…" Clara murmured, adjusting to the temperature by pulling an extra pair of socks above her ankles.

"Nothing wrong with that." He knew about ‘Frozen’, having reluctantly watched the film with her the previous day. Worse still, he had secretly enjoyed it.

"You’re leading the way then." She pushed him out the door. He ungainly waddled in front of her.

"I’m not sure my feet are… properly adapted to the snow yet, Clara." The Doctor could feel his toes starting to turn numb.

"They’ve adapted too well. You’re doing your penguin walk again." Clara giggled as he scowled, immediately changing to a weird kind of stomp.

"Not a penguin," he retorted sulkily. "They’re all cute and… cuddly."

"And… you’re not cute or cuddly?" she teased him, thinking of the times she had hugged the Doctor. Usually against his willpower.

"Absolutely not." The Doctor shook his head furiously, a flurry of snow landing on Clara’s face. She huffed.

"Fine. Let’s go, Ebenezer Scrooge."

They trudged through the snow companionably, arm in arm. The Doctor felt a ripple of warmth flood through his body as Clara leaned into his coat.

"Snug now?" he asked.

"Much better. Thanks, Doctor," she beamed.

"Glad to hear it," murmured the Doctor as she snuggled closer to his chest, his hearts beating furiously. They walked together, his longer legs slightly in front of hers. As they passed through a village, heads turned. Clara realised how comical they must look, waddling inside his long coat. Height difference and everything.

"We’re a right pair, aren’t we," she chuckled.

"Hm?"

"You and me. So close together."

The Doctor knew what she meant. They were physically close to each other. But him and her, her and him… He sighed, knowing he was hoping for impossible things.

They had reached the frozen lake. Secluded and still, surrounded by a forest of snow-covered trees. The whole scene was beyond beautiful. To add to the natural majesty, a dazzling light display had appeared in the sky.

"Oh my stars! I’ve always wanted to see the Northern lights," Clara breathed, her hand travelling around his waist. The Doctor inhaled, his stomach muscles tightening at this new closeness.

"Actually it’s a different variety of aurora," he just about managed to explain, pointing skyward with his spare hand. Clara continued to hold him, listening intently to his every word. "I’ve seen these forming from space. Natural lights in the sky caused by a strong solar wind and… hey!"

He flapped uselessly as she suddenly dragged him to the ground into a patch of fresh snow. They landed together, laughing, the cold stinging their necks and backs.

The Doctor shifted to face Clara. She was lying on her back and moving her arms up and down, while her legs moved from side to side, giggling.

"If you’re trying to clear the snow by yourself, we may be here a while."

"I’m making a snow angel." She gestured with her eyes. "See? Wings, robe…"

"Missing your halo still." The Doctor gently leaned over her trembling frame and traced an oval shape above her head. "There. Perfect. Every angel needs a halo." It was uncanny how angelic Clara looked - dressed in cream completed with a gold scarf. She beamed up at him adoringly. He swallowed. It all seemed… slightly intimate. Their bodies were pressing against each other, hearts pounding.

"How’s PE?" the Doctor blurted out, shifting himself back into a pile of snow. He couldn’t give a toss about Danny, but it broke the silence.

Clara frowned, continuing to look up at the sky. “What did you do?”

"I’m sorry?"

"Well - last time I talked about Danny, you said that he was a ‘lumbering pudding-brained Neanderthal’."

"I was just stating my opinion, Clara. Besides that was a long time ago."

"Try the day before yesterday." Clara rolled her eyes, sitting up again. "Come on, let’s talk about something interesting." Damn. That had sounded less harsh in her mind.

"Planets?" he murmured.