#impossible wolf

{ ROSWIN AU: The Lady & The Seamstress }

Often she finds herself thinking of the seamstress’s hands. 

Of the delicate way they thread a needle, and yet, how strong and capable they feel when she spins Clara this way and that, fitting her for a new gown. When she closes her eyes, she can replicate it almost exactly: Miss Tyler kneeling before her, eyes too clever and knowing, pins tucked between her enigmatic lips. Her touch is firm—a hand on Clara's hip when she wishes for a change in angle.

No one touches her like that. Like they have a right to.

Oh, people bow before her all the time, in deference to her station, and many do go to their knees. But somehow, she cannot picture the seamstress as a supplicant.

She is, Clara feels, something else entirely.

When she has finished her work and must leave once again, Miss Tyler brushes their fingers together, as she always does. Their secret, silent parting.

Clararose Week 2025

Clara and Rose talk about the future and getting out of town. They're still so young, but they already know they don't want to live without the other.

i know

 clara x amy = clamy or pondswald

rose x clara = impossible wolf

There was a ringing sound in Clara’s ears as she came to, and further away, the sound of a voice saying her name, and the feeling of a hand on her face.

“Clara, wake up. Oh, god, please wake up.”

The voice was sharper now, more focused, and Clara frowned as she took a breath.

“Clara?”

“Yeah,” she groaned. “Yeah, that’s me.”

The voice laughed softly, and Clara opened her eyes, squinting briefly against the light before focusing on the face looking down at her. It was Rose, of course it was Rose, but there was something different. Memories… memories flashing through her mind of late nights at bars, lazy mornings in bed, walking hand-in-hand down the sidewalk, kisses, fights, and so much more, and Clara gasped.

“Rose?”

“Yeah, it’s me.” She gave another soft, shaky laugh, and Clara thought she saw tears in her eyes.

“I remember you,” Clara whispered, eyes wide as she stared up at Rose.

“Well, yeah, we’ve been traveling together for a while now -”

“No,” Clara breathed, shaking her head as she sat up. “I remember you. I remember everything.”

Rose’s smile faded, the tears in her eyes growing larger, and she bit down on her lip a moment before taking a breath.

“You - you remember? You remember me?” Her eyebrows knitted together, and she took another sharp breath. “You remember… us?”

“I remember everything, oh god, Rose,” Clara said, reaching for Rose, taking her face in her hands, feeling like she was seeing her for the first time in months. “Rose… Oh, god, Rose, I’m so sorry I forgot you.”

Rose shook her head, unable to speak as her tears spilled over, and Clara leaned forward to kiss her before pulling her into a tight hug.

“That was some bump on the head,” Rose finally said with another shaky laugh as she clung to Clara.

“The best bump,” Clara replied, closing her eyes as she held Rose tighter. “I’m so sorry, Rose. I love you.”