Maybe it wasn’t love at the time; but what it symbolized and what it meant was love. The first invitation, the first wanderlust gaze, the first touch of the console, the first thrill vibrating in her stomach. All of these had been pulsating at once so much so that she couldn’t spot a single detail until she replayed the scenario for the twentieth time in her head that night. LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT is said to be a myth, but perhaps that’s just because it is impossible to spot until you know for sure. It’s a sixth sense that’s kept locked away until you earn the key. Sappy & overly sentimental but that can be allowed in certain aspects of life. Otherwise there wouldn’t be a name.
Saving the day. That’s what they did. Seeing the curve of her eyebrow as Clara expressed well-earned praise and disbelief; realising that the Doctor really didn’t know she was SPECIAL made her stomach knot and lips curl into a smile. And it made her decide it was her personal duty to ensure
that the Doctor never forgot how special she was.
But they didn’t always save the day and leave without a scratch. There were times when Clara, or the Doctor, or both ALMOST died. They were always in danger and Clara was okay with that ———— the adrenaline made her feel more alive than anything ———- but sometimes, it stretched to close to home. Seeing what the Doctor was capable of. All that suffering Clara had witnessed is
what drew her back to Earth. She finally realised for certain that she was in love, when she realised she couldn’t be. The Doctor wasn’t just some woman who’d whisked her away, and that trip reminded her of that.
And of course there was the inevitability of getting far too comfortable again. Clara’s walls slowly came apart, brick by brick until the little trick of hers ran dry. There were only so many times a day you could tell yourself you weren’t in love with someone for it to still be true. Twice a day was too many to kid anyone but herself. ( And she wasn’t even succeeding at that. ) When running, she started to forget these little rules of hers. She was in love with her again faster than it took the Doctor to realise Clara had burnt another soufflé, which was exactly when it hit her again. Amidst the puff of flour-smoke, Clara saw her smile. She coughed
through powder and Clara realised she never stood a chance.
Likely to be Clara’s favourite instance of this repeated epiphany, was when her heart sped up as the echo of the Doctor’s words rang in her ears. “ I love you. “ She was going to brush it off, pretend it didn’t sting but then she saw the panicked look in her eyes. OH. Suddenly every gesture, every look, every touch came flooding back to the forefront of Clara’s memory. Still, it seemed like a fairytale ending for it to be true. Her queries were answered by an abrupt pressing of lips against hers. She was in LOVE.
; I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU. alsoooo i have a few months after i graduate to hang out and travel and stuff so maybe coming to see you can finally be a real thing!! after like… 3 years of trying gosh
[ uh-huh, that’s what you said after you got back from Costa Rica and that was a year ago. ]
Your muse is a college professor, and mine is their student. They’re falling in love, even though it’s wrong — but your muse’s desk sure is sturdy…
“Professor Magnus? I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions about our thesis paper?”
“Yes, I am a doctor, both of the medical kind and the biology kind…cryptozoology is an area of expertise as well.” Helen smiled again. “There’s no need to blush darling. I don’t mind being asked about my work. In fact, it’s rather refreshing.”
Of course Helen pointing out her blushing only made her blush more. “Is it true you knew Nikola Tesla? I mean…that’s not even possible is it? This girl in my dorm was doing research on the Titanic and found your name on the passenger list but that’s totally a fake right? There’s no way you did all that.”
