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thisavrou_log2017-11-29 11:35 pm
ex_bossily211) wrote in thisavrou_log2017-11-29 11:35 pm
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Who: Clara Oswald & Erik Lehnsherr
When: late at night...sometime near the end of the month
Where: Erik's room
What: Two idiots having an actual conversation.
Warnings: Possible mentions of nudity and death, will update as needed.
[She isn't sure if he minds her staying the night, but it's nice to have someone there so she can get some decent sleep. The nightmares she's been having aren't easing up, and there's something about him that helps her feel safe when she wakes up in a panic. They're not anywhere near sleep just yet though, not after the rather intense activity they've just done. She's still sprawled out on her stomach, arm draped lazily over his stomach. Her fingers tiptoe along his skin and along his shoulder, up until she reaches the back of his neck. Stopping there, she tries to feel at the back of her own neck with her other hand. It's hard to do, especially with her hair all over.
With a hint of a sigh she turns her head to look over at where he's laying beside her, smiling fondly. The hand at his neck trails upward until she can work her fingers through his hair. A laugh follows as she makes some stand on end, and she waits until its fallen back down into place before attempting to speak.]
Can I ask you to do something for me? I've been putting something off when I really shouldn't have. And I may need your help to fix that.
[She doubts he'll refuse her, but she wants to make sure he doesn't mind taking a look at what she's worried about.]
When: late at night...sometime near the end of the month
Where: Erik's room
What: Two idiots having an actual conversation.
Warnings: Possible mentions of nudity and death, will update as needed.
[She isn't sure if he minds her staying the night, but it's nice to have someone there so she can get some decent sleep. The nightmares she's been having aren't easing up, and there's something about him that helps her feel safe when she wakes up in a panic. They're not anywhere near sleep just yet though, not after the rather intense activity they've just done. She's still sprawled out on her stomach, arm draped lazily over his stomach. Her fingers tiptoe along his skin and along his shoulder, up until she reaches the back of his neck. Stopping there, she tries to feel at the back of her own neck with her other hand. It's hard to do, especially with her hair all over.
With a hint of a sigh she turns her head to look over at where he's laying beside her, smiling fondly. The hand at his neck trails upward until she can work her fingers through his hair. A laugh follows as she makes some stand on end, and she waits until its fallen back down into place before attempting to speak.]
Can I ask you to do something for me? I've been putting something off when I really shouldn't have. And I may need your help to fix that.
[She doubts he'll refuse her, but she wants to make sure he doesn't mind taking a look at what she's worried about.]
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[That had been a crazy time. But she had picked up a lot of lingo and skills having to go to retrieve the tardis the long way around. So she can't say it was all that bad. Her fingertips run up and down along his arm as she tenderly kisses him. Nothing about his stories is particularly romantic, but she can at least appreciate the fact he's showing off how powerful he is for her. ]
Have you ever thought about doing things that wouldn't put you in the line of danger, though?
[Pot, meet kettle.]
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I used to make steel for that sort of thing. When I was laying low in Poland for a while after I dropped RFK Stadium on President Nixon.
[ The smile is fleeting. ]
That has never been an option.