i am deeply in love with her

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drabble challenge: 103 for Klaroline

103: “Sharing is caring. Now give me your fries.”

Short and sweet…i think lol On FF.

Also, If you want me to do one!


What’s Yours Is Mine, What’s Mine Is Mine!

“Sweetheart, stop looking at me like a hungry lioness.”

Covering his hand with hers and looking deeply into his eyes, Caroline declared, “Klaus, I love you and I care about you, which is why I’m saying this, if you touch my fries again I will have to cut off your hands.”

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ya galentines 💕 nina zenik & inej ghafa | six of crows - @lbardugo​ // leigh bardugo

…She took Nina’s face between her hands and said, “Thank you for keeping me in this world when fate seemed determined to drag me to the next. I owe you a life debt.”

Nina blushed deeply. “I was teasing, Inej.” She paused. “I think we’ve both had enough of debts.” 

“This is one I’m glad to bear.”

“Okay, okay.  When we’re back in Ketterdam, take me out for waffles.”

What to read after Throne of Glass

If you, like me, are still going through complete Sarah J Maas withdrawal, and can’t really stand to wait for her next books, check out the list below to tide you over! Each book has many of the things I adored about both ToG and ACOMAF: strong and interesting female characters, magic, deeply beautiful writing, love stories to cry about, and an all around sense of adventure. If you have any more recommendations to add, definitely let me know!

Black Jewels: Anne Bishop

I just finished this series, and I am still amazed by how masterfully Anne Bishop weaves her stories. Welcome to the Dark Kingdom, a matriarchal realm ruled by strong queens and the males that support and serve them (Rowan and Aedion anyone?). There is a prophecy fortelling the rise of a Queen with more power than even the High Lord of Hell himself, which gives us a wonderful story full of scheming, war, adventure, and a badass court I would kill to be a part of. Prepare your heart!

Graceling by Kristian Cashore

Graceling is the best series for all you folks who couldn’t get enough of badass assassin Celaena. Katsa is an assassin Celaena would be proud of, due to her rare ability as a Graceling. She is Graced with a killing power, and has spent her life as the king’s tool in doling out his reign of terror. In waltzes Po, Graced with fighting, and here to shake everything Katsa knows about her world. Cashore definitely gives us a twist Sarah would most certainly support!

The Winner’s Curse by Marie Rutkoski

This book aligns more with the romance and court mystique that Sarah presents so wonderfully in ToG and ACOMAF. Kestrel is the daughter of a general who helped the emperor conquer territory after territory. As she is faced with a choice, marry or join the military, Kestrel finds a friend in one of the slaves from the conquered people, and so begins one of the most interesting political schemes I have read in awhile! I haven’t finished the trilogy yet, because I am out of the country and can’t get my hands on the final book, but I would highly recommend it.

Mistborn by Brandon Sanderson

Cue another really cool empire written by an author who isn’t afraid to be inventive or go beyond the normal realms of fantasy. Vin is another Celaena-esque character, as the abandoned street child who turned thief who struggles to stay alive. When a mentor takes her under his wing, she discovers that her luck on the streets might be more than she could ever explain. Magic, mystery, and of course, a few court balls thrown in make for a wonderful mix. Warning: the last book made me cry. Like really cry. But in a good, I’m-still-mad-at-you-but-I-understand-and-respect-your-story-line type of way.

Demon King by Cinda Williams Chima

Raisa is everything that I have ever wanted in a princess. She is intelligent, passionate, feisty, and super compassionate. So when a war arises between the clans and the wizards, you can bet she has goals to achieve and empires to shake up. Throw Han Alister into the mix, a street wise leader, and things get tricky and fireworks explode. One of my favorite love stories in a long time, because it isn’t a story about just romantic love, but also what the love of a princess for her country can do. 

Poison Study by Maria V. Snyder

Yelena is set for execution for murder, but is given the choice to be the next food taster of the Commander of Ixia. As if the threat of having poison in her system wasn’t enough, she is also given a dose of Butterfly’s Dust, which she needs every day to stay alive, and can of course only get from the chief of security. Fighting for her life soon becomes more than just guessing the right poison, but also a game of magic, love, and all out war. Best kind of combo out there!

Legend by Marie Lu

This is the only book in the list to be set in a dystopian universe as opposed to a kingdom, but with a prodigy like June, no one can make any complaints. After a war tore the country apart, the Western United States is under the martial rule of the Republic, and June is their perfectly groomed soldier golden child. Day, on the other hand, is a slums boy who has become the Republic’s most wanted criminal. What happens when their paths cross is enough to make any country tremble, and to keep me hanging on to every word!

And finally:

Literally anything by Tamora Pierce!

Tamora Pierce has been my favorite author since I was a little girl. Each of her series is set in the same universe, based around the story of an interesting and kickass female character, from the first female warrior to a wild-mage. I first found these stories when my mother decided my sister and I didn’t have enough strong women in our literature and Tamora really rose to the occasion. Start with the first series, Song of the Lioness, and work your way from there! I have reread her books at least once every year since I was a little girl and they get better every time. I cannot recommend these books enough!


If you read or have read any of these books, feel free to shoot me a message; I am always ready to geek out over them. 

“Sunset Kiss” - Digital Oil Painting

I enjoy painting these ‘domestic’ moments between Rose and Tentoo. Here, she said something brilliant with that beautiful smile, so he just had to give her a kiss, murmuring against her hair how much he loves her.

If you enjoy my art, please consider subscribing to my Patreon! I am saving to buy a wheelchair lift.

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I was actually unsure to ever gif this moment. I know that’s mostly the mama bear in me that feels protective toward sweet Ames, but I felt so uncomfortable hearing her doubts and fears. Those tears didn’t help. I just wanted to hug her and reassure her, because her man loves her even so deeply even though he hasn’t put a ring on it yet (and in his defense, it wasn’t for lack of trying).
Anyway, in the end I considered that I appreciate having the possibility to know more of how she feels, how supportive are the girls with each other, and the ending is objectively hilarious.

I wanted to tell her everything, maybe if I’d been able to, we could have lived differently, maybe I’d be there with you now instead of here. Maybe… if I’d said, ‘I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything,’ maybe that would have made the impossible possible. Maybe, but I couldn’t do it, I had buried too much too deeply inside me. And here I am, instead of there.
—  Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close

So I made a mistake. There is a girl who means everything to me. And I lost the honor of calling her mine. I tell her constantly how much I love her. I told her I’d tell the whole world if need be. I honestly don’t expect this to get very far. But I’d appreciate the help of those reading this. Help me out. This girl is the most beautiful person I’ve ever met. We met in high school and have been close since. She changed me completely and honestly has been my only motivation for awhile now. She never leaves my mind. So here I am now letting the whole world know that I am deeply in love with you, and would be honored if you were to become my girlfriend and hold that title till the day I ask for your hand in marriage. Give me a hand world. If you all don’t mine.

CONFESSION:

I am a girl and during my first playthrough of DAO, I played a female Surana. I immediately fell in love with Morrigan’s personality (and appearance, let’s be honest). I was convinced that a rebel and unconventional sorceress like her would be open to f/f relationships. What a disappointment when I eventually realized we wouldn’t be more than friends ! Then I turned to Alistair and really, deeply, enjoyed that romance. But he was my second choice, the romance was heartbreaking and I still feel that the game should have opened f/f relationships with Morrigan. Leliana is just boring.

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She’s the Cleopatra to my Nefertiti. 👑👑👑

In honor of #MelaninMonday and #Blackout, I wish to send a special shoutout to the woman of my dreams, the person who I would award a Lifetime Achievement Award, and my lover who is also my best friend and the one who can make me laugh uncontrollably with her faces, baby voices, and her Happy Feet dance moves: @co0kiemonstuh. She is truly special to me and words can’t begin to express the love I have with her or how deeply in love I am with her. I can’t wait to see where our journeys take us, career-wise and together as a couple. We have so much to be proud of and we’ve overcome so much and our journeys are just starting. Moving in with you is going to be a new experience for both of us and no matter what happens, what arguments we get into, what near-disasters we have in the kitchen or the fight over how hot our shower water needs to be, I will be here forever and always. I’m not leaving. I’m here as your ride or die, your best friend and your baby. I’m proud of everything you have accomplished in these years and I’m looking forward to supporting you in your future accomplishments these next two years in grad school. You’re unconquerable royalty and no matter how difficult the road may seem, you will make it. You’ve already come so far and you’re going to go so much farther.

So, here’s to us.
The besties.
The lovers.
The graduates.

Cheers, baby. I love you. 💜💜💜

I know that what happened to michael is proof the white cishet man can die too. But, although he wasn’t perfect, michael was everything the white love interest should be? He cared deeply about Jane’s background (those spanish vows were the most romantic thing ever said in a tv wedding). He used his privilege to help her family (he stopped abuela being deported like 3 times). When he was called out he changed his behaviour (remember in chapter two/three when michael said he was “glad to be the male presence in house meetings” and jane said “that’s not going to go well in our meetings” and Michael was just like “I’m glad to be invited???”). And how even though he behaved appallingly when he first found out jane was pregnant by the end he considered mateo his own son (he and jane always talked about having “another kid” cos they already had mateo???). Overall michael was just a great guy and I wish more cishet white male love interests were as good as him.

  • Me: What if God isn't good after all?
  • Mary, Mother of Jesus: And what if God is?

Do you ever feel like you are so emotionally invested over someone who doesn’t even know you existed?
You feel deeply for them to the point you feel the need to fight for them; you feel elated when they’re happy; you feel sorrowful when they’re sad.
Yeah, that’s me with Camila Cabello.

This is my Seattle woman, Kate McKnight. I just wish I could figure out a way to tell her that I am ready to drop everything I know in order to follow her into the oncoming storm.  

Or something. 

This piece is kind of about Hades and Persephone (almost all of her pieces are) but its also kind of a perfect C/E love song.  

She says: Hades became the King of the Underworld because he drew the short stick, and he isn’t always happy about it. Persephone sings him a lullaby to remind him that bad luck and the negative thoughts of others have no affect on how deeply she loves him.
Dedicated to lovers who support each other through the dark times <3
lyrics
All of Paris is burning
And you’re eyes are on fire
Though it’s dark in this cavern
To your dreams I aspire
I see it in your heart
I see it in your mind
It’s not a question of love and loss
It’s a matter of desire I am here of my own free will
My arms can keep you from Tartarus’ chill
Cling to me on your blackest days
Don’t listen to their lies, I know the truth of your ways Your wealth is not in riches alone
And I will never leave you alone When the King of Death closes his eyes
Then my fierce love is no surprise
When the King of Death falls asleep
It takes all my strength not to weep I know you are feared
Lamented and reviled
But your judgements are righteous
And they’ve never seen you smile
I live for that smile
Just for that smile
So take off your heavy crown, my love
And rest for awhile I don’t feel ugly around you
I hope I make you feel that too When the King of Death closes his eyes
Then my fierce love is no surprise
When the King of Death falls asleep
It takes all my strength not to weep When the King of Death closes his eyes
Then my fierce love is no surprise
When the King of Death falls asleep
It takes all my strength not to weep
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Love In A Coffee Shop - Dylan O’Brien Imagine

Author: dylanowhy (me)

Summary: Dylan flashes back to the memories that made him fall so deeply in love with you.

Parings: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: Language. Kissing. Fluff. Angst.

Word Count: 3,417

A/N: So this just kind of came to me and I am sorry for the feels. Also, the story is in Dylan’s POV but the flash backs are in your POV.

Originally posted by freemusic979


He noticed everything about her. Every freckle, every scar. The way her eyes seemed to change colors with her mood, and how her lips quivered ever so slightly when she felt a chill. You could quiz him, and he would know it. He remembered the first time he saw her, the way her hair draped over her face, how red her nose was from the freezing weather.  


It was around sundown when you walked into the nice little coffee shop on the corner, you looked tired and spent and the smell of coffee nearly knocked you down it smelt so amazing. “The usual Julia.” You forced a smile, body aching at the lack of sleep. “I’ll have the same.” You heard from a deep voice beside you, you looked up to see golden eyes looking down at you. You drew your eyebrows together, “You don’t even know what I get.” You stated and the boy just smiled, “Yeah, but if you know the workers by name, should be pretty good.” Who was this guy? Where did he come from? And why in the hell was he so intriguing? “That’ll be $4.25 each dear.” Julia said in her normal monotone voice, not appearing to be fazed by what was happening in front of her. “I’ve got mine and –“ The boys eyebrows raised, looking at you for a name. You would probably be red if you weren’t already from the cold. “(Y/N)” You answered and his smile appeared again. “(Y/N), Dylan.” Dylan. A name you would soon become familiar with but you just didn’t know it yet. “Thanks Dylan.” You smiled, taking your coffee from Julia as he paid. “No problem, (Y/N).”

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YOU’VE GOT ME MESMERIZED

Hellooooo! I’m not gonna lie, I am actually quite proud of this one because it was the first one that I wrote with an omniscient narrator and I loved it and I want to know what you guys prefer, just tell me! Hope you enjoy xx

Joe wasn’t sure of how or when it happened but he fell and he fell hard. Maybe it was when she laughed at one of his silly jokes or maybe it was when he saw her breaking down in his arms at midnight. It didn’t matter to him because he was in love with her, deeply. He was not attracted to the other girls, she was the only one who mattered. At first, it was easy to hide but as the time went by and they became inseparable, it was harder for him to act like they were just friends. Because in her eyes, they were only friends. The best of friends but that was it and it broke his heart watching her with other guys. At least, that’s what he thought. He wanted to be the one to hold her hand and kiss her neck. He knew and loved everything about her. From the way she threw her head back when she laughed to the way she hummed to herself her favourites songs when she was bored. Everything about her made his mind go wild and he couldn’t get enough of her.

Y/N, on the other hand, knew she was in love with him for a while now. She was the only one who saw him opened. She knew his biggest fears and his deepest thoughts. She saw him at his ups and downs and she couldn’t help but fancy him more and more. She could truly be herself when he was around because she knew he would never judge her. But all she really wanted to know was what is running through his mind when he’s looking at her. And the truth was, everyone knew but them. All of their friends knew. It was obvious but the two lovers were the only ones  to be oblivious.

Joe was sitting on the couch, facing her. He was over for dinner at her house in London, a few minutes away from his. His sister Zoe and her boyfriend, Alfie were coming around as well. They were waiting for the couple to arrive and talked about random things. Joe didn’t pay attention to Y/N’s words anymore, he knew she was rambling about the last book she read. It always impressed him how cultivated and clever she was. She always wanted to learn new things about life and it was one of the many reasons he was attracted to her mind. As the words came out of her mouth, he couldn’t concentrate on anything else than her green eyes and her soft lips moving. He realized how close they actually were and his heartbeats started to increase. He wasn’t used to this feelings, it was all new to him and it made it all worth it. He bit his lip, trying to not get lost in her eyes but it was too late. It was when Y/N nudged his shoulder that he came out of his trance. “I’m boring, aren’t I?” She spoke with a small smile and Joe shook his head. “Of course not!” He replied, giving her a warm smile in return. “Oh, what was I saying then?” She teased with a lovely smirk appearing on her face and Joe’s cheeks flushed. “Um, what was the name of the book again?” He said, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Y/N hit his chest playfully and the sound of her laugh echoed in his hears. “You, bastard! You weren’t listening!” She said and Joe put his hands up in defence as he let out a small chuckle. “Don’t blame me, it’s kind of hard not to get distracted by this lovely face.” He said and he noticed her cheeks go pink. He found it adorable how she blushed because she couldn’t take a compliment. For a moment, he thought that was it. It was the moment he has been waiting for. When Y/N’s gaze felt to his lips, he moved his head to get closer from her. But the sound of the doorbell made them pull away instantly. “They’re here!” Y/N said excitedly and looked at Joe before jumping up from the couch like a child. Joe was frustrated but got up to follow her. Y/N opened the door to see a grinning Zoe and Alfie, she smiled as she hugged them both and Joe and Y/N both stepped away to let them in. Joe almost haven’t noticed that his hand was placed on the small of her back and Y/N haven’t pulled him away. He could get used at the idea of greeting their families and friends in their own home. He smiled at the thought and they followed the lovely couple into the living room, ready to enjoy their night.

A bit later on the night, they were watching a movie on the couch. Zoe and Alfie were cuddled up on one side and on the other side Joe and Y/N were close but not as much as they were before. It bothered Joe to not be able to touch her. His attention from the movie was gone, he was now watching her. She turned her head, feeling his gaze on her and gave him a smile which he returned before she leaned in onto his shoulder. His smile grew wider at the action and he felt himself blush. He watched her put her legs above his and cuddle closer now onto his chest and she kept her eyes on the screen in front of them. It didn’t look long before Joe wrapped his arm around her, tracing patterns against her skin. Joe felt butterflies forming in his stomach. He was so happy whenever he was with her. He didn’t know love could feel like this, he didn’t know what love meant until he met her. Soon enough, Y/N was falling asleep. Joe looked to his left and noticed that his sister and her boyfriend were fully asleep. He looked down at Y/N and she lifted her head up, looking at him. “Well I guess, we’re all loving this film.” She said with sarcasm in her tone which made Joe laugh. His eyes dropped down to hers and he smiled. He got lost again. He was mesmerized once again. I love you, he thought to himself as he watched her intensely. It’s when Y/N pulled away from his embrace to look at him properly with a frown that he realized that the words accidentally came out of his mouth. “What?” She said, just above a whisper, a surprised expression showing on her face. “Oh my god, that just came flying out of my face.” He whispered and sighed. Y/N stood there confused but a small smile was on her lips. She heard right. Joe was still staring at her and figured that it was now or never. “I love you. I do. I just-, I love you. And I have been trying not to say it. I have been trying so hard to just mash it down and ignore it and not say it.” Joe started and Y/N’s jaw dropped. She didn’t expect that from him. She felt her heart melt and she couldn’t look away from him. “I am so in love with you. You’re in me. You’re like, It’s like a disease ,It’s like I am infected by you and I just can’t think about anything or anybody and I can’t sleep. I can’t breathe. I can’t eat. And I love you. I love you all the time. Every minute of every day. I love you.” Joe admitted as his right hand went up to her cheek, stroking her skin with his thumb. Y/N was speechless. No words could describe how she felt at this exact moment so she simply leaned in and their lips were brushing, their eyes were closed from the tension between them. “I see you’ve already made the first move.” Y/N mumbled and Joe smiled as their foreheads touched. “Make the second one then.” He whispered and she finally closed the slight distance between them and their lips finally connected. It was slow and steady and filled with passion. Y/N’s hands wrapped around his neck, deepening the kiss. After a few seconds, they both pulled away slowly but their lips were still brushing. Their breaths were heavy and their hearts were beating out of their chest. “God, that was…something else.” Joe said and they both chuckled and turned their heads when they heard someone laughing. They shook their heads and pulled away from each other when they saw Zoe with her vlogging camera pointed towards them. “I’m sorry but I had to capture this moment. So iconic.” Zoe said as Y/N hid her face in Joe’s chest feeling the awkwardness filling her cheeks. Joe kissed the top of her head and finally came to the realization that she was now his and only his.

I know I fucked up.
I kept the way I felt to myself longer than I should have.
I should have just told you.
I regret not telling you how scared I was that we wouldn’t end up together.
I was right in being terrified of losing you.
We didn’t end up together.
And I am still sorry that I didn’t know how to get back that girl who was deeply in love with you last fall.
I tried.
I tried to forget that you kissed her.
I tried to forget that you were convinced you loved her.
I tried to forget that you were always leaving and that I was always waiting.
I should have told you how I felt.
I should have admitted that something in myself changed.
Maybe you could have found ways to adapt.
Maybe you could have done something for me to forgive you.
As much as I shouldn’t feel this way,
I resent what you did to me.
For how much it hurt.
For how much it took from me.
For how much you took from me.
I’m still a little bit angry at the universe for not creating us to belong to one another.
I’m still a little bit angry at the universe for not making me a woman who belongs.
Not to places.
Not to people.
Not to you.
I am still angry.
I’m mad that we didn’t end up together.
I’m mad that we’ll never get to visit New York City and that we came up with baby names if we were to ever had a daughter.
I’m mad that you let me pick the name Autumn knowing that October would never be the same.
I’m mad that we gave up too quickly and took too long to forget.
I’m mad at myself for not forgiving you while it was easy.
I’m mad that it took me so long to say this.
I love you.
I’m sorry I didn’t say it when I had the chance.
—  things to be mad about / @thewordsyouneverunderstood
Jimin Scenario: Drunk In Love.

Request: Jimin scenario where he finds his usually introverted/shy girlfriend accidentally got herself drunk and she turned super giggly, openly affectionate, and won’t stop talking while he takes care of her.

Genre: Fluff.


-Y/N? YN, are you listening?-

-Of course I a-am listening- you answered, your voice giving away your drunk state. 

-Stay there Y/N, I am on my way to get you, please don’t move-

You giggled and if Jimin’s ears were right you were even hiccuping. -Don’t you worrry Chimin I am hella fine-

Jimin breathed in deeply wondering how on earth a girl that didn’t even drink could end up so drunk. -Please stay put, I’m almost there, don’t hang up-

You started giggling madly and honestly the situation was so unbelievable he kind of wanted to giggle a little as well but right now the worry was stronger than his amusement  for your cute drunken giggles. 

Jimin had received a text message from you to go to pick you up from a party. He knew you were in said party to which he hadn’t gone to let you have some fun by yourself, but it appeared that you were having too much fun. 

Jimin knew something was amiss as soon as he read the text, it was so odd you had misspelled words and written so strange, it wasn’t like you who were always careful with everything you said. So Jimin being that good natured boyfriend that he was, got worried immediately. He called you to make sure you were ok and that’s when he found out you were totally drunk.

You kept babbling and blurting out giggles like crazy until Jimin arrived, he was glad that you at least could understand his request of not hanging up.

When he spotted you as soon as he stepped foot on the party he thought you were a completely different person. With your phone in hand you were talking loudly to a group of people, and for the looks of it Jimin guessed it was a funny story as everyone was laughing with you. Jimin walked, watching the scene impressed since you were a shy girl, you weren’t one to be sharing stories like you were doing at the moment, so as much as it could be entertaining Jimin’s instinct was to protect you from doing something of which you could be embarrassed later.

-Hello everyone, hello Y/N-

People greeted him and you looked at him like you were the one surprised with what was happening. -Jimin darling, what are you doing here?-

He lifted his phone and signaled yours. -You called me Y/N- he laughed a little when everyone else laughed too. You stared at your phone in awe before bursting out laughs too. 

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Your warm hands on my neck
I know it’s the pastel pill
Your breathe, burning as you speak
I am sure it’s the pastel pill
Those ocean eyes looked at mine
Deeply, I stared back
Oh, it was the pastel pill
Fingers of yours traced my lips
Gently pulled me, bitter and sweet pleasure
Pastel pill, pastel pill
“Is it too late, my love?”
You exhaled the words
I can taste that pastel pill
On your mouth, with your words, and in my chest
Ha, I took that pastel pill
For you are my drug
And we are running out of pill.
—  her (MIS), pill
Run (If You Want)

Ten x Rose. Angst + Fluff. For @goingtothetardis, who has been waiting patiently for her @dwsecretsanta fic, and here it is. Finally. I am a terrible person and please forgive me. She asked for soulmate fic, but in canon, among other things. ~2000 words. 

Soulmarks are neither common nor well-understood. 


Rose wakes up in a cold sweat; heart thundering against her ribs. She rolls over, curling around her pillow, willing her breathing to return to level. She inhales, deeply and deliberately, counting to seven before letting the breath out in an even stream. The purposeful act of breathing helps ground her into herself and seal off the panic that had coloured the remnants of the nightmare in sharp red and ice blue.

Once she gets her breathing under control, Rose rolls onto her back, to stare up at the stuccoed ceiling of her bedroom. The nightmares have not gotten any better, no matter assurances the doctors at Torchwood have given her and her mother. If anything, Rose thinks, the mandated therapy sessions make them worse. She sighs, and gives up on sleep for the rest of the night, knowing that if she closes her eyes now, all she’ll be able to conjure are leftovers from the terror.

The sun is starting to light the horizon as Rose fills the kettle to put it on the boil for tea. While she waits for the kettle, she leans against the counter, tracing the pattern of snowflakes on her mug with one finger. Like most of her mugs, it came from the second hand shop two blocks down from her favourite coffee shop and is mismatched with everything else. There’s not much in this slow path life that gives her the thrill of stepping into the unknown holding the Doctor’s hand, but that little thrift store sometimes manages to recapture a fraction of the feeling when Rose’s questing hands find something especially delightful.

The shrill whistle of the kettle interrupts Rose’s reminiscence and she makes herself a cup of tea, holding the steaming mug in both hands as she watches the sun come up over this alternate London. The sky here still turns the dusky pink and gold Rose remembers from her home London, but because of tighter controls on air pollution, the colour lasts only a moment as the sun swells over the horizon and lifts into the sky.

Rose lifts her mug and her sleeve falls back, the silvery mark on her wrist becoming exposed. It’s a curious soulmark - circles within circles, shot through with alien symbols -  and when Rose had been small, it had been the source of much taunting from her peers. She never quite got over the feeling of wanting to hide it, even after discovering what, exactly, it was.

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