hey - ❖

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theskirtedenigma-deactivated202 answered:

Send me a ❖ and my muse will kiss yours

Clara had been travelling with him for a while now, and she didn’t know why, but kissing him just felt…right. They were on an adventure that went…better than usual ones. They had just had to run from some really rather scary and dangerous looking creatures that lived in the forest that the TARDIS had so handily landed them in.

They managed to get to safety, and the place was beautiful. It was serene, which was probably what the forest would have been like if it weren’t for the beings that had threatened their lives. After having sat down beside him, a rush of spontaneity hit her. The small brunette’s lips pressed against his for a few moments, before she withdrew again. Without a word, she glanced at him with a gentle, almost sheepish smile curving her lips before she looked back at the lake nearby.

theskirtedenigma:

She didn’t mind the silence. The silence was comfortable in a way because it meant that there was no confronting, no excuses, no…nothing. And then he had to ask. His question felt like it made a rock drop onto her shoulders. Now she was going to have to come up with something when she had no reason. She had no justifiable way of telling him why she kissed him because there wasn’t a way whatsoever. She just had.
Shoulders hunched slightly to give him a silent shrug. It felt like there was a lump in her throat, preventing her from speaking. Butterflies flew in her stomach in nervousness because she really didn’t know what to say. In the end, she managed but only a vague response, and only quietly.
“I don’t…I don’t know.”

He frowned. She didn’t know? But that didn’t make sense; whether you kiss a person, there is a reason to do that. Not that he knew all about it, but it was just the logical procedure - actions were made for a purpose. The Doctor was confused, and he didn’t like being confused.

“How can you not know?”

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