who throws things in a fight ? Clara once threw a pillow but neither are really into throwing things who goes to their parent’s house for a weekend when things get bad ? Clara who wants to have children ? who doesn’t ? if both do, how do their goals differentiate ? They both want kids, each are just afraid to bring it up. Theta wants a family but she doesn’t want to have to watch them die. who is more averse to physical contact ? Neither who hates/dislikes their neighbors the most ? Theta doesn’t like Clara’s neighbors, they’re too nosy who hates/dislikes their significant other’s family ? If Clara knew Theta’s family she’d hate them who thinks their partner turned out a different person than they thought ? Clara. Theta pretends she’s strong and tough but once she feels comfortable around someone she’s gooey who is more likely to cheat ? Neither, though Theta is more likely to get kissed by an alien who is the more experienced ( sexually or otherwise ) ? Theta who hates/dislikes their significant other’s friends ? Theta doesn’t like that Danny Pink fellow because he keeps flirting with Clara but other than that, they like each other’s friends who wants to go to social gatherings the most ? Theta. She’s always trying to drag Clara out to a party. It’s not that she doesn’t like spending time alone with Clara, it’s that she really doesn’t know how to sit still who is most likely to be dishonest ? Theta. Lying has become almost second nature to her who is more emotionally closed off ? how does this affect their partner ? Theta. She knows she loves Clara but still tries to deny it to a point. She doesn’t want to lose someone else. Clara understands but it frustrates her because by putting up walls Theta is just wasting the time they do have together who is the dessert person ? Both who is more conservative ? Clara. Years in space have made Theta pretty unaffected by things who hates/dislikes oral sex ? Neither really do. They don’t have sex all that often, instead spending most nights cuddled together
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.
You’re in love with her, and she’s in love with you, and it’s like a goddamn tragedy, because you look at her and see the stars, and she looks at you and sees the sun. And you both think the other is just looking at the ground.
