Butters Many Parsnips - a Billie Piper ficathon
Listening to the dulcet tones of Taylor Swift for half an hour while being on hold with my doctors office has given me the need to post this now. Also MY BIRTHDAY IS THIS WEEK, so what better way to celebrate?!
( Read more... )
( Read more... )
He’s inside the TARDIS, burning up a sun just for her. She’s not sure whether to be appalled or flattered by this but mainly she just wants him to be solid and real, in front of her.
She reaches for him, aching for his touch.
“Can I t-?”
He shakes his head and her heart drops. “You can’t touch me.” But then he’s jiggering the sonic again and reaching out a tentative, experimental hand. “But I can touch you, I think.”
When his hand slides against her cheek she gasps softly, tears threatening. His touch is insubstantial, a whisper of skin against hers that she may or may not be imagining.
It’s enough.
He looks at her so tenderly then, like she’s going to shatter beneath his touch and he wants to preserve the memory of her fragile self in his mind’s eye.
“Rose Tyler,” he says softly and then he laughs sadly. “Rose TylerHe brushes his thumb over her cheek and she leans into it, savouring the not- ( ... )
Reply
Reply
This was some of the best DD angst I've ever read and secretly it's what I wanted to happen. I wanted the Doctor to be willing to destroy everything for Rose and I love how you made it her choice. It's like he's just so tired of having do to it himself he wants someone to do it for him so he can just be.
So gorgeous.
Reply
Glad you liked :)
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment