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Drabbles 9 and 10
The 9th and 10th Drabbles for the Drabble Tree challenge at writerverse. I didn't write 15 drabbles in the end due to spending last weekend in Cardiff for a roleplaying event and coming back with a massive cold. Still Cardiff was ace and the two Doctor Who games I played in were fantastic! And me managing to write 10 drabbles is not an achievement to be sniffed at (ha!).
He moves into the shelter of my arms. I know he is just as lonely as I am but is that really a reason to leap into intimacy with such abandon? We want to think we could be so intimate that merely sharing a bed for the night would satisfy both of us.
Yet we always ask for something more. Give me more of the blanket. Move to free my arm. Please let me pull you close. Let me roll away into my own space. Please, let's do this. Let me sleep.
I have never been one for sharing beds.
Cardiff Bay has a magical atmosphere at nightfall. The sky deepens to sapphire as the pink sunset peaks over the horizon. The lights alongside the water flicker on, pale green at first with the glow gradually growing brighter.
Gwen is home. Her heart is here, with Rhys and with her daughter. She watches a family wander up the plass. The mother points towards Gwen. The teenage boy and girl glance at the fountain, their gazes sliding up and across to the Millennium Centre, crouching like a gigantic armadillo behind her.
All three know Gwen's here. They just don't see her.
He moves into the shelter of my arms. I know he is just as lonely as I am but is that really a reason to leap into intimacy with such abandon? We want to think we could be so intimate that merely sharing a bed for the night would satisfy both of us.
Yet we always ask for something more. Give me more of the blanket. Move to free my arm. Please let me pull you close. Let me roll away into my own space. Please, let's do this. Let me sleep.
I have never been one for sharing beds.
Cardiff Bay has a magical atmosphere at nightfall. The sky deepens to sapphire as the pink sunset peaks over the horizon. The lights alongside the water flicker on, pale green at first with the glow gradually growing brighter.
Gwen is home. Her heart is here, with Rhys and with her daughter. She watches a family wander up the plass. The mother points towards Gwen. The teenage boy and girl glance at the fountain, their gazes sliding up and across to the Millennium Centre, crouching like a gigantic armadillo behind her.
All three know Gwen's here. They just don't see her.
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also - Gwen?? Cardiff?? are we talking Torchwood here??
in any event i enjoyed reading - and a big HURRAH! for all your adventures (apart from the cold). :)))
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2nd; yep - definitely enjoyed the read.
33/3: i always wanted to see Sarah Jane take off with Romana (2) for some adventures. alas, c'est impossible. But i loved the Sarah Jane Adventures on the telly...
... and your crossover idea is a nifty one! :))