the bow tie's cool
The bow tie's cool Eleven/Rose, G
Sorry guys, I'm not usually big on Eleven/Rose, but it's all my brain's been doing lately.
The wind picked up a bit, sending a familiar scent his way. It was faint, but distinctively her. A flash of blonde hair moved down the street, just barely visible among the other people crowding the sidewalk, but it didn't escape his notice, the breeze lifting it away from it's resting place on her shoulders. And then the sound of her voice, sending chills down his spine, softly humming to herself as she approached.
He'd just been thinking about her. To be fair, the same could be said at any point during any day and it'd still be true. No matter what was going on - bad guys, explosions, crashes, death, and destruction - there she was at the back of his mind, her tongue between her teeth as she smiled brightly at him, the scent of soap and strawberries lingering behind when she walked away, the sound of her laughter, the feeling of her fingers intertwined with his. His pink and yellow girl was always on his mind.
He didn't know what she was doing there, how it was even possible, where he was, but he didn't care, there were more pressing matters at hand here. She was walking right toward him and though he had a million things he wanted to say to her, personal questions, stories of his travels, updates on their mutual friends, how much he loved her, currently he couldn't think of a single thing to say. He wanted to sound clever and impressive, but his mouth simply opened and shut a few times before he found himself pouting slightly.
From where he was, he could see the injustice waiting to happen. There were dozens of men in the same area as them, and not a single one was making a move to open the door she was heading for. A proper gentleman would never let such a beautiful creature away without displaying some form of chivalry first. Without conscious thought, he found his legs swiftly carrying him forward, lunging in front of her to grab the door handle of the chip shop she was going into. The smell of her perfume made his mind hazy and, to make matters worse, she turned to smile sincerely at him, effectively melting both of his hearts. "Thanks." As she walked into the shop, he stared after her, not quite sure of what to do with himself. She saved him the trouble of starting a conversation by stopping a few feet inside the entrance and turning back to him. "You coming, bow tie?"
He cleared his throat, straightening himself up to full height as he followed her inside. "Bow tie?" he asked, eyebrows raised, surely she could do better. After all, she was one of the most clever people he'd ever met, he only took the best and she was it. Oh, his clever, brilliant, wonderful girl.
"Well, I don't know your name," she reasoned, walking backward toward the counter. Then one side of her mouth quirked up into a little smile, "and the bow tie's cool."
Sorry guys, I'm not usually big on Eleven/Rose, but it's all my brain's been doing lately.
The wind picked up a bit, sending a familiar scent his way. It was faint, but distinctively her. A flash of blonde hair moved down the street, just barely visible among the other people crowding the sidewalk, but it didn't escape his notice, the breeze lifting it away from it's resting place on her shoulders. And then the sound of her voice, sending chills down his spine, softly humming to herself as she approached.
He'd just been thinking about her. To be fair, the same could be said at any point during any day and it'd still be true. No matter what was going on - bad guys, explosions, crashes, death, and destruction - there she was at the back of his mind, her tongue between her teeth as she smiled brightly at him, the scent of soap and strawberries lingering behind when she walked away, the sound of her laughter, the feeling of her fingers intertwined with his. His pink and yellow girl was always on his mind.
He didn't know what she was doing there, how it was even possible, where he was, but he didn't care, there were more pressing matters at hand here. She was walking right toward him and though he had a million things he wanted to say to her, personal questions, stories of his travels, updates on their mutual friends, how much he loved her, currently he couldn't think of a single thing to say. He wanted to sound clever and impressive, but his mouth simply opened and shut a few times before he found himself pouting slightly.
From where he was, he could see the injustice waiting to happen. There were dozens of men in the same area as them, and not a single one was making a move to open the door she was heading for. A proper gentleman would never let such a beautiful creature away without displaying some form of chivalry first. Without conscious thought, he found his legs swiftly carrying him forward, lunging in front of her to grab the door handle of the chip shop she was going into. The smell of her perfume made his mind hazy and, to make matters worse, she turned to smile sincerely at him, effectively melting both of his hearts. "Thanks." As she walked into the shop, he stared after her, not quite sure of what to do with himself. She saved him the trouble of starting a conversation by stopping a few feet inside the entrance and turning back to him. "You coming, bow tie?"
He cleared his throat, straightening himself up to full height as he followed her inside. "Bow tie?" he asked, eyebrows raised, surely she could do better. After all, she was one of the most clever people he'd ever met, he only took the best and she was it. Oh, his clever, brilliant, wonderful girl.
"Well, I don't know your name," she reasoned, walking backward toward the counter. Then one side of her mouth quirked up into a little smile, "and the bow tie's cool."