Dec 31, 2023
Memorize the bathwater, memorize the air There'll come a time I'll wanna know I was here Names on the doorframes, inches and ages Handprints in concrete, at the softest stages
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Memorize the bathwater, memorize the air There'll come a time I'll wanna know I was here Names on the doorframes, inches and ages Handprints in concrete, at the softest stages
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❛⠀⠀the outfit was a dead give-away ⠀ ❜ ⠀ fingers pluck and tug at the fabric around his neck, follow the line of their shoulders, the fabric tight around every line, midnight blue and from another time. he is all wrapped up -- like a present under the chrismas tree. ⠀ ⠀❛⠀⠀i knew it the second i saw you. ⠀ ❜ ⠀ affection rolls off her tongue, that low, special brand of warmth and teasing reserved just for them.
❛⠀⠀blending in. ever heard of it? ⠀ ❜ ⠀ fingers reach theirs, tangling together as brown meets brown, head slightly tilted upwards, dimpled grin speaking the words they’ve never been able to articulate to each other — i’ve missed you, you insanely dressed fool.
@sleuthwork should not let me bully them this easily <3
@sleuthwork asked: benedict: ❛ you’re such a tease. ❜
chauvelin hid his sly grin behind the rim of the wine glass pressed against his lips. benedict's remark had been quiet enough not to carry beyond the two of them — here, in the fringes of the room, the chatter and music drowned out any whispers. it was precisely that which had emboldened the frenchman to drop casual little jabs all evening, designed, just as benedict had said, to tease the poor bridgerton. it was too easy, frankly. a choice word here and there was all it took to bring that familiar, hungry look to benedict's eyes, and that was a weakness chauvelin couldn't help but want to exploit.
and of course, if there was a chance to take things even further, he'd take it. turning his gaze on benedict, he lowered the wine glass once more and blinked in feigned innocence. "a tease, mr. bridgerton? not in the least. why, all i said was that i long to rid myself of this stuffy cravat." an innocuous enough comment, if anyone were to overhear. only benedict could know that the very cravat was the only thing hiding the marks he'd left on chauvelin's neck two nights ago. "quite understandable, given the heat of the ballroom, wouldn't you say?"
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alone again, listening to the low drumming of the tardis. evelyn off happy with rossiter, peri almost assuredly queen of krontep... he never had the time to feel melancholy about it before, people come & go, that's how it always goes. maybe he should go see peri, surely she's not too busy being queen to entertain an old friend.
rather suddenly interrupted by a series of knocks on the tardis doors. " knocking? KNOCKING?! " he gets up in an instant, melancholy replaced by his usual blend of loud-mouthed melodrama. " like some common hovel! " quick to rush over to the tardis door, open it & give whoever is knocking a piece of his mind... except he sees her, another person that left his life with almost no word. suddenly feels just a little awkward, they didn't part on the best of terms. " hello, tegan. "
🌿🍒 for q, because why not
there are a lot of things christine can't explain but knows. certain things that aren't exactly logical, that have no rational background, or thought process she can point at, but are simply true. and when she sees a familiar speck of red in the doorway, she knows, without a doubt, that she is going to kiss q tonight.
she’s thought of it before. once or twice. maybe thrice. the thought passing through her head when they grabbed her hand, or shot that a particularly dizzying smile, their entire demeanour catching her attention. for a creature which was beyond stupid physical things — human bodies! so needy! — they had a distracting physicality, movements precise and cutting.
blabbering on about something she knew they would tune out, she slowly inched them towards the door of the shop, an artless charm to her seduction. she knew what she wanted, and today it was feeling their lips against hers. today, it was a question of whether they would kiss like a human, or if it would be different.
if they even knew how to kiss.
( oh, wouldn't it be wonderful? to take a creature older than time and teach them how to kiss? )
it was a selfish impulse, and it burned underneath her skin the closer she got to the door. when the bell rang, she was practically buzzing out of her skin, eyes catching theirs as she stopped, looking up.
without explanation, as that was a dangerous game, she reached up, cradling their face in her hands, touch gentle but marked by an undercurrent of desire. she waited a second, giving them enough time to pull away if they wished, before finally kissing him, lips lush and sensuous against theirs, frame melding against their larger one as she stretched up on her tiptoes to pull them closer.
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@sleuthwork said: 🌿
it's the eggnog, he tells himself. definitely. under any other circumstances, he wouldn't even be considering it. he'd have laughed off the mistletoe above their heads, making a joke about how outdated it was, secretly cringing at the idea that he might make her uncomfortable or put her on the spot.... but the hospital christmas party is in full swing, their colleagues are cutting loose - maybe too loose, honestly - and he's had enough to drink that his cheeks are warm and his defenses are a little weakened... not to mention the fact that martha is and always has been very attractive...
oh, why not? it's the holiday after all, isn't it?
leaning in before he can think better of it, he presses a quick kiss to her cheek, just by the corner of her mouth. when he pulls away, he's flushing, an apology in his eyes. " sorry, i just - " he gestures lamely to the sprig above them. " well, you know. "
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" just be glad you met me when you did, my dear Mel. mild, no fashion sense, incredibly dull... my previous face did not suit me at all. "
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" ace. " his voice is soft, low, betrays his feelings of anxiety & shame. how he treated her, how he treated everyone back then... was not becoming of him. how does he even begin to apologise? would she even want to hear it? " i've redecorated. " stupid, stupid.