a name in a fairytale;

 “God, men are just so ridiculous,” Amy sighs, throwing her phone across the couch. “Ya go on one date and they think they’re entitled to ya, it’s so tiring.  Hand me the ice cream, will ya?”

 Hello, pals!

 Thank you so much for the love and kindness I’ve received since I’ve come back, I appreciate it deeply!  Wishing you all a wonderful 2018! x

 “You’re late, again” Amy scoffed, arms crossed as she glared at him.  She bites her cheek before raising an eyebrow, eyes wandering as she tried to avoid his gaze.  

 “New record, this time it’s been four weeks.  So much for ‘see you in five minutes, Pond!’”

 “Rain’s pretty harsh today, huh?” Amy said, hugging herself to keep herself from shivering.  “We should probably stay in here ‘till she calms down.” 

 She smiled, offering her hand, “sorry it’s a little wet, I’m Amy.”

 “Look, if yer gonna keep starin’ at me, ya might as well take a picture,” Amy huffed, mindlessly throwing random boxes of cereal in her cart. 

 “Ya know, now tha’ I think about it, it wouldn’t be the first time...”

“Y’know, I really thought tha’ New Year’s party would be funner,” Amy said, plopping down on the couch, groaning as she struggled to remove her heals, it wasn’t probably the best idea to try to attempt this hand-less and slightly tipsy. 

 “Everyone there was just so boring.”

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❝ You’re coddling the bloody blanket, Doctor.

        Besides, I wasn’t kicking ya, I was jus’, gently hitting my foot against your calf back and forth…

  Now, gimme, I don’t wanna catch hypothermia. Lord knows your TARDIS heater rarely works. ❞

*:･ﾟ✧ AMY

                              He was so tired. Not just in the slump of his shoulders or the eyelids that seemed to struggle to stay open, but in the very way that even his mind kept in fractured thought and couldn’t really pull reason from anywhere any more. Likely why, so very often, he became angry. Angry at the world around him, however vast and important it was. It always seemed to do harm, in the end. But then he just harmed it right back. Sought it out in battle and came away the hero just for being so rude as to wade in and win.

                              Circles of thought such as this were a constant and ever revolving process for him and still continued as she talked to him, yet he was half pulled away merely by the sound of her voice. A hand sought to hold her, somehow - to reach out in the space in front of him as if he were blind or not quite awake just to make sure she were still there. Caught the sleeve of her dressing gown and merely toyed with the fabric like a child with a comfort blanket. Made him sick, how he relied on her…                               A nod answered, stare still so far away and drifting into thin air but he acknowledged, answered her question. He wasn’t okay, no. Not right this minute. He would be, eventually. Something close to it, maybe. But it was just an assurance for now that he’d heard her. Eyes remained glassy when he finally spoke, voice an odd croak that sounded so distant too.                                                                        “I think I need to go to bed, Pond.                                                                                                 I think I need to sleep, now.”

She observed him, watching his move as if she were a hawk.  But it was odd, how he was being with her.  It was almost painful, his silence.  

Just impatiently waiting for him to say something, for a signal that said ‘this is okay’, but none came. It was weird, seeing him like this.  He wouldn’t look her in the eye, his eyes always somewhere else, but somehow, his touch wasn’t far from her.  

It was like watching an old toy, who’s battery had just ended and he just sat there--lifeless, like his soul had left his body and all that was there was skin and bones.  You could tell many things were clogging his mind, but she didn’t know what.  He was always very private of his thoughts, that she noticed.

When he finally spoke, a smile almost came to pull at the corner of her lips, but it wasn’t what she expected, it wasn’t what she was praying he’d say.  No sort of happiness radiated off him like it usually does, no smile creeped on his face like a children’s on Christmas morning, this time it was nothing.  Just empty eyes and, what seemed to her, dry words.  

Amy nodded, taking in a deep breath as she clenched and unclenched her jaw. With her voice quiet, and almost raspy, she spoke.

❝ Yeah, yeah, me too. ❞

“Science fiction. My book series is about a group of people that go on adventures throughout time and space, while simultaneously attempting to stop time itself from being torn apart. It’s not working out very well though - as you find out in the last novel published.” It was all much more complicated than that when you actually read the books, but that was more or less the plot.

“The series is called Time Shards, if you’ve heard of it?”

❝ Yeah, yeah, I have, actually.  Seen it on the top sellers of almost every book store nowadays, to be honest, it’s an honour to meet such an acclaimed writer!