makemeasong | Open post/meme overflow 💫

[It's odd watching these memories that feel almost like they're not his own. He doesn't know how long it's been since he revisited them or since he last thought about those stolen years. How could he have forgotten the night that they had stolen a ship and taken it almost past its limit just so they could collect stardust from a dying nebula to craft their wedding rings? Or making faces at one another from across a crowded room at a dry, hoity toity dinner that they were simply attending at the behest of their parents?

Thinking about it now, however they had lost each other had probably been too painful and that's when he had started to run - run away from the things that he had loved instead of facing them head on. Choosing to actively forget in order to not keel over from the grief?

He wants to stay there in that kiss for the rest of time. He wants to be overtaken by her very essence; if that was how he was to die it be heavenly. When he finally break from the kiss, he doesn't stop kissing her, instead moving to press softer ones to her forehead, her nose, her cheeks.]

Like we said. Lots to make up for.

[ Clara feels like she could melt into him, meld with him and never part. Her eyes are closed as he kisses her and she smiles. ]

You should talk Scottish to me. Roll your 'r's in my general direction.

[ She's teasing but is she? He'll have to find out. ]

[Thank god her eyes are closed because it's very obvious when he blushes.]

Clara - [But then stops realizing that her damn name has an 'r'.] Good to know that a sudden influx of memories didn't fry your quips too.

[ She got him and she knows it, laughing as she opens her eyes. ]

We have time now. Because we're going to find a way to make me regenerate.

[ Taking his hand in hers, she finally leads him back to the living room, looking over the books. ]

I want to keep this face. Unless...do you like it alright? I could go back. I was taller. Leggier. You liked my legs. [ She says that part with just a small frown. She isn't vain, but now she knows she's entirely different from who he fell in love with. ]

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[His cheeks are still flushed as he stubbornly huffs in reply. Despite that he allows him to be led back to the living room keeping one hand firmly in hers as his other skims the titles of the books in front of them. Multi-tasking has been a difficult task for him but he also prefers being single mindedly focused on something so that it has his full attention.

Clara's comment about his preferences causes him to raise an eyebrow.]

You know we don't get much of a choice with the appearance - but you're stubborn enough it might just work. And I like your body just fine. I didn't marry you for your body. Besides, [He gives her a cursory glance.] if you had different proportions it would look weird.

[In other words, she was perfect the way she was.]

[ It's her turn to huff, blowing her bangs up before taking a handful of books and returning to the couch. ]

I like being shorter than you, you have to bend down to really kiss me.

[ There are things she's avoiding talking about, thinking about. Because as soon as she remembers the worst things, she isn't sure she'll be able to get off of the ground. ]

I'm not even sure what we're looking for. And this body doesn't...didn't? Have two hearts.

More control-freak tendencies showing through I see? [He's teasing of course, and his eyes flick over to hers briefly before pulling a book down to leaf through it.]

I propose we start at a place that usually has some grain of truth - fairy tales. We can follow a thread from there.

[Cocking his head to the side he turns to look at her.] Could have been a evolutionary change. You spent so much time as a human that the second heart just poofed. Or maybe it's there and you just don't feel it.

How am I supposed to keep up with you, with only one heart?

[ She pouts a little, but she supposes it is what it is. Better alive with one than dead with none. ]

Then what if I spent so much time as a human I don't regenerate?

[ Her voice is quiet when she asks, swallowing her fear. ]

I'd say you've done quite well with one heart this entire time.

[Sensing her worry he turns his attention away from the book to her.]

If evolution has shown us anything is that anything can happen. And besides, you've got the Doctor as your husband. I'd say we're in a pretty good position to figure this out, don't you?

You're right. And I wasn't talking about all our running.

[ She gives him a sly look before curling up in the crook of his arm with her own book. As she looks through the book, she rests a hand on his thigh, only moving it to turn pages. ]

I missed this. You used to make a good hot cocoa, if I remember right.

[It takes him a bit to catch onto her actual meaning and he does a bit of a double take before clearing his throat and looking away, resolutely not looking at the hand she's placed on his thigh.]

Is that a not-so-subtle hint that you'd like hot cocoa?

[He's already snapped his own book shut not having found anything useful but hasn't yet moved away waiting for a verbal confirmation.]

Clara grins at him and nods. Yes please.

[ While he makes the cocoa she lays on the couch, holding the book up, hair hanging over the edge of the couch. She looks peaceful again, and she is. Content to hear her husband puttering in the kitchen. Now all she needs is a heartbeat, and they'll know nothing can pull them away from one another again.

They just have to find a way. ]

[There's something soothing about domestic actions that he doesn't realize he's missed - although to be fair this reincarnation of himself enjoyed eating and food preparation more than he'd thought it would. But this time there's a feeling of contentedness that he hadn't felt before. Every so often he glances out the dividing wall between the kitchen and the living room and spots Clara - his wife, he thinks - pouring over books. He suspects that the added layer has everything to do with her.

He knows that there's always room for things to go wrong, but there's also a part of him that feels in his bones that they'll figure this problem out together.

He returns with their mugs of hot cocoa and additional fixings that begins serving out to her.]

Find anything interesting yet?

Maybe. [ She thanks him for the mug, then glances back down at the book in her lap. ]

If we're looking at fairytales first, almost all of them have some sort of true love's kiss to end a sleeping curse, but that's the problem. I'm...awake, and anyway, we have to trick my body into thinking it needs to regenerate.

[ She glances at him because she knows there's really only one way to do that, but she keeps going because it's a last resort. ]

There's the Sisterhood of Karn but we can't trust them, Doctor. They'll take something from us, from you.

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[His brows furrow, reaching over to give her hand a squeeze.] They're a last resort. [He immediately seems to snap out of it though, tugging on the line that Clara had mentioned, eyes going wide as he starts to search for a particular book he suddenly has in mind.]

We could put you to sleep though! Plenty of ways to trick your body into thinking that you're dying, forcing the regeneration function to begin.

[ Clara's brow furrows but only as she thinks about his words. ]

Put me to sleep? [ Are they basically poisoning her? ]

What are you thinking, what do you remember? [ She watches as he looks for something, apprehension and excitement swelling in her chest like hope. ]

[Yeah they're basically poisoning her. It's not the choice he wants, but it's the lesser of all the evils they've come up with before.]

It would be the least invasive way. I can give you some pleasant dreams while it's happening to make the experience more comfortable - aha! [He's climbing up a ladder as he's speaking before triumphantly locating the book he had been looking for. Bringing it down to Clara, it's a gorgeous embossed book full of meticulously drawn sketches of plants and herbs.]

There's an herb native to this world, only grows under certain conditions. Deadly too if prepared wrong but if we find it we can dilute it so that we bring your body to a close enough state of death. [He finally finds the page he's looking for and it's a stunning plant - fern-like in appearance but with soft, shifting colours that meld into one another.] This could work.

[ It could work, and Clara chews at her bottom lip, biting at her thumb. She trust him; even before their memories were returned, she trusts him with her life. Putting down her cocoa, she walks to him and looks at the book, running her fingers over the page. ]

I trust you. If we can find the herb, then we should do this.

[ Looking up at him, her eyes search his. They've only just remembered everything, and she doesn't want to lose him again. But until they try, she'll never be alive again, and she straightens her back, looking up at him. ]

It'll work.

We can. It's here. [His gaze has moved away from the sketch and back to her. The thought crosses his mind again that she's so brave. She has always been so, so, brave even before she remembered their past together. Even when she was a human. She was braver than he'd ever be.]

It unfurls in the brief moments between twilight and dawn. We'll have to be ready for it. [He tries to keep the situation light, like it's just another one of their adventures.] But until then we have a whole day ahead of us.

Whole day, huh?

[ If this doesn't work, then they'll have this, at least. One whole day to make up for an entire life lost together. She's brave, but she also feels like just in case, they should spend the time as close as possible. ]

Forget books then, for a while. Come wrap me up in that quilt you hate.

[ Clara smiles at him softly; she's essentially asked him to come to bed with her, and she holds his gaze as the images float through her mind. Of course, it's their old bodies because it's all she has memories of, but he'll get the idea. ]

[Once again he's a beat behind his wife. He expects her to suggest something else. Baking. Exploring the land around the cabin. Cuddling at the very least - but he realizes when the memories of their former selves tangled in sheets, sweet and passionate kisses fill his mind that he wasn't too far off with the last one.

Pink colours his cheeks again and he clears his throat snapping the book shut and leading her up to the room.]

You in the quilt would vastly improve it.

[ In these bodies, before they knew they'd spent a lifetime together, they'd seen one another in all sorts of states. And in his last body, he was remarkably comfortable with nudity so she's certainly been treated to eyefuls. But this is different.

Time Lords don't do this, they're above it all, and yet somehow the two of them found one another and figured it out. Awkward limbs, chaste kisses - they were so young then, even if their faces were both older looking. The pleasure was wonderful, but the love they figured out from all of that exploring was intoxicating. When they were alone, it was the before and the after she loved; the building up and up until all it took was a look from her husband to completely undo her. And then the after, breathing one another in, leaving chaste kisses between his hearts, nuzzling the sparse chest hair there. They learned everything about the other, everything their parents told them was forbidden.

And then they ran away together. She never regretted it, not for a single moment.

Now they don't know one another's bodies. She doesn't know how he feels, what he likes, how he'll react to things that used to make him bury his face against her neck and groan her name. Then there's her own body. She's wider in some places, not as lithe, not as statuesque as she once was. Neither of them are so shallow, but she thinks it might be natural to worry.

She doesn't need to take a breath but she does anyway as she looks at him. There is nothing she expects, but she desperately wants to feel his skin against hers if it's the only chance she has. ]

Are you as nervous as I am?

Extremely.

[There's no point in lying to her about it. He's shared when he isn't okay with her before in the face of dangerous scenarios and when he felt grief that overflowed. They've had many firsts together and this is no different. There were no secrets between them. Besides, even if he didn't verbally tell her, he knew she'd be able to tell in an instant.]

But like I said we have all day.

[There's no need to rush. They arrive in the bedroom and he finds himself uncertain about what to do. He knows of course, but these are new bodies. He could still easily pick her up and throw her onto the bed but neither of them want that in this moment. They want to savor it. So he starts with what he knows. His kisses to her hand are soft and gentle and he trails them up her arm, towards the crook of her neck where he brushes aside the hair there. He's nothing short of attentive and eventually he picks her up, scooping her onto the bed, intertwining his hands with hers to continue his exploration of her body.]

[ She's glad they're in no rush, needing to savor this. If she dies, she wants him to be able to commit everything to memory and remember.

There's no heartbeat where there should be, against her wrist, against her neck. But she tries not to think about it. She doesn't breathe, either, but her body hasn't given up the habit and it hitches when he kisses her neck, reaching out to wrap her hand around his arm as her head tilts for him.

On the bed she lets him undress her, piece by piece, savoring every touch, every press of his lips against her skin. She needs to feel his skin against hers before she loses her mind, and so the only rushed movement she makes is to ensure sure they're both topless. That press of them together slows her down again and as she kisses his chest, a tear drops onto his skin. ]

We lost so much time.

[ Her voice is quiet, mournful, and she presses her forehead to his shoulder, closing her eyes and dragging her hand up and down his side slowly. ]

[He knows that there's no heartbeat beneath her skin but it doesn't make her body any less warm, her touch any less like sparks against his skin. He goes to brush the tear away with his lips, cupping her face gently with his hands.]

But we have so much more ahead of us.

[It's said with such conviction and it's said in a way that he wants her to believe it - for himself to believe it. The rest of their clothes eventually become a pile on the floor. He continues to take his time exploring each curve of her body and letting her explore his. His body is flush with desire and he finds himself short of breath, lips swollen from kissing her as he makes his way south. Before going further he looks up towards her.]

May I...?

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