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“Please, come back.”
The prayer cut off the tissue of space and time, consuming a little fire inside of the time lord’s hearts. It was hope, breaking every passing second way and it was distant, so distant that no one could reach her and no star could burn her, it was there because she needed it.
the party ended 4 years ago and she’s still here.
Would you like to go back to that place?
Resting over the flowers perfume, counting petals, cursing the wind.
would you like to travel to that pretty beautiful place, amore?
Calling yourself salvatore, the god, the saint and the judge.
I have missed you everyday in my life, every morning and every night.
they were crazy for this
come and being human with me
LA PETITE MORT
The Master and the Doctor were standing in front of each other, well, they were a little time with their tongues mute and dry throats. Who was the first to suggest that meeting? They couldn’t tell, it was a good idea that morning. By the way, she was thinking about one billion things at the exact moment and him as well. He took a long look at her, he loved to look at those silly green eyes and her pinkish cheeks and her insolent pose.
“Cross my heart and hope to die,” he said. “This time I am not lying.” He almost looked like an angel when he smiled that way.
“How can I trust in you?”
“Not trusting.” He opened a cynical smile. “C’mon, if you came it means that I still have some credits with you.” He offered his arms to her as an English gentleman.
“I must watch you closely.” She put her left arm on him.
“Look at this little pretty place, Doc.” He takes a deep breath. “The rain it’s almost coming, the good or the bad omen, it’s exciting, isn’t it?”
“I’m almost sure that you cheated when we planned the place.”
“You cheated first, so I got you before you got me.”
“I let you win, sweetie.” She contemplated the place, her hearts was getting warm as she walked, the wind was in fact refreshing, the sky was a pink watercolor like a flamingo with two beautiful moons lighting a silver halo and in the horizon was possible to see the bridge that connected that planet with its twin planet. They were in the Andromeda Galaxy on a planet called Eros. “I let you in, because it’s a pretty charming place.”
“Hm, you’re pretty too.” His mouth was faster than his thoughts.
“Are you flirting with me?” She provoked him.
“Of course, I am.” He looked at her lips.
“Ok, I got it.”
They were still walking together and in a comfort silence, the streets were like being on Earth, in East Asia, everything was so welcoming - the people, the birds and the light of the first stars after the twilight. The air was announcing the rain, the petrichor smell was filling their lungs. They saw an amusement park, there was a charming carousel, a no danger roller coaster, an ordinary ferris wheel, drop tower and photographic box, claw crane and arcade, ride and pirate ship. It was a very human place with visitors from the entire universe.
The Doctor and The Master had a fun time in every attraction, they forgot for a while their rivalry, the lies and the hate. Eros was a planet made to comfort any broken heart. It was a place made for hopeless and dreamers. They were 3001 years away from the future and that was superstitious and special.
They were standing under a big digital clock that was making a countdown for the next lunar year of the planet. When the countdown ended, the rain would come and everyone would make a wish. The rain was called Eros’ tears, it looked like diamonds, that fenomen occurred at every end of a lunar year cycle. the people used to say that every wish made under that rain would come true.
“Where’s your Tardis?” she asked, unpretentiously.
“Close to yours.”
“Do you wanna wait for the rain?”
“No, do you?”
“Hm, no.” Now, she offered her arm to him and he accepted the invitation to go back home. “We got ten minutes till- no, nine minutes till the rain.”
“Then, we should run, honey.”
Of course that they weren’t superstitious, Eros’ rain wouldn’t make a dream come true, nevertheless, they were afraid of what kind of wishes were hidden inside their hearts.
They walk faster and run, but the rain got them on the way.
They got surprised when the first drop of rain fell over their heads, then another and another, rose and lilac water.
They stopped breathless, looking at each other, laughing at themselves and their foolish plan, why are they running away at all? They were soaked and sincerely happy.
He held her hand and stopped in front of his tardis, she could see hers on the other side of the street. They lean on the wall of the O’s house, tired of the run, contemplating the bright torrential rain, the omen, at that point, it could be a bad thing.
“What did you wish for?” she asked, before a time in silence.
“Honestly?”
“Don’t forget I know you by heart.” They turn around their heads contemplating each other's eyes.
“I thought you wouldn't come and find me.” He fixed his lok at the rain. “I wished not to feel lonely for one day.”
For a moment, the only thing they could hear was the beating of their hearts and the Eros’ tears whispered something, the omen, it was getting close to turning into something good.
“Can I in?” The Doctor asked, finally.
“For five minutes,” The master answered after a little time thinking.
“Ok, we can fancing a tea then.”
She got in really fast, taking off her boots and soaked soaks.
“There are some dry clothes in the room between the lab and music room, if you want it.”
“Mind if I go there?”
“Actually, yes. I’m gonna take them to you, I’ll be back in a minute.”
She put the tea kettle on the stove, while she snooped on the place.
“I gotcha.” He appeared behind her back. “Please, go to the bathroom,” he said, ignoring how pretty she was, giving her a t-shirt and pajama pants.
“Oh, you dress up fast.” She looked at him, he was with comfortable dry clothes.
When she came back (after snooping everything she could), the tea was ready to drink.
The air was taken by the smell of apple, cinnamon and a little bit of vanilla.
“It’s vanilla tears, darling.” He gave her a cup of tea, she sat down on the kitchen counter and he leaned on the stove close to her. “Did you like what you saw there?” He drank a small sip of tea.
“Very cool in your music room”
“I know you weren't there, any sign of an evil plan?”
“For my sake, no.” She sipped her tea.
“Well, what about your wish for Eros?”
“Hm, I don’t know if I made one, I was distracted at the moment.” They were in front of each other, appreciating their tea. “I was thinking of a poem, perhaps, count as a wish.”
“A poem about what?”
“Humans,” she replied, thinkful, while the vapor warmed her nose.
“Shame.” He was a bit disappointed.
“The words were like the light of a candle inside one of my hearts, did you feel the same?”
“I can’t relate to that, darling.” The Master looked bothered. “You don’t love humanity, you love the adoration they give to you.”
“I feel you will spoil things in the next five seconds.” She was getting annoyed.
“Yes, I will, but before you go, tell me the opening stanza of the poem so I can judge you and your poet.”
“I read on tumblr, once.” They laughed till falling onto the shoulder of each other. She recompense herself, preparing herself to recite that ridiculous poem. “Come and being human with me,” she said. “Eating nothing that means us both leaving this house. Sit on the floor in strange places. And sleep in familiar beds.” They were looking at each other in a considerable distance. “I will make art, not for you, but about you. Speak truths while your sleeping and wake you with hands. We will dive deeply into one anothers.” He got close to her, he supported his hands on the counter. “And stay out of own weary heads.” They stood quiet, studying their souls through their iris.
“Your aspirations look like an invitation, darling.” He said almost whispering.
“If it was in fact, would you do it?”
“How’s your home?”
They were unconsciously so close, it was like the old days, talking with a breath to distance.
“I don’t know, perhaps, made of yellow bricks.” She had a sad smile in her voice.
“Wrong answer.” He allowed himself to put both of his hands holding her face with sweetness and she allowed herself to get closer and closer. “Home is where your heart is, where are your hearts now?”
“They are craving for some human feeling, do you remember when we were young and used to learn their good feelings? The way they got the rapture, the pleasure, the love.”
“We’re two steps to try something that we might regret later.”
“Why not,” she whispered.
Their eyes were closed and they were involved by an inebriating feeling, they kissed one slow kiss with cinnamon flavor. Then another one, more intense between moans. He pressed her close to his body and she crossed the legs around his waist. The tip of his fingers slided on her back inside her blouse. Intense, lascivious, personal.
Intensely, she dishing out kisses on his chin till his neck, taking off his shirt. Then, he held her on his lap till the room, where they got undressed and consumed by the passion, the frash and butterflies on the stomach.
Lascivious, he devoured her breast in a wet kiss dishing out little kisses on her halo, then her belly and her intimate part. She pressed the sheets between moans till he went back to his lips, feeling her flavor in his tongue.
Personal, they were breathless, their hearts were close to exploding, that was fire and ecstasy in their veins. They were wet from sweat, rain water and of themselves. She was swinging on him till the moment of the orgasm, when she felt all her body shiver and got soft, her eyes rolled and her head fell over onto his shoulder for a while it was like her brains had been blackout for some seconds.
“Darling,” he whispered close to her ear, dragging his nose on her neck softly, trying to get his breath back. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she whispered back, in a weak voice.
“What happened?”
“La petite mort,” she answered.
He smiled in satisfaction with his lips on her skin, feeling her sweet smell.
“La petite mort et réellement mourir.” He kissed her shoulder.
She raised her head and led her forehead on his.
“Do you wanna know the last stanza?” she asked, appreciating his heat.
“Hypothetically,” he said back. “A fob watch, a house made of yellow bricks, and a ridiculous and pathetic planet, what would you say?”
“Come.” She said with a bright smile. “In your time and human be.”
True love will find you in the end, when your pieces fall apart over the ground and your heart will be broken. I know, you know and all the stars keep this secret in their warm hearts. You, sweet and cruel creature, will find the only person in the universe who is like you, bones and flesh, thoughts and blood. She will come to you as a saint, your salvation into her hands. You, sweet and cruel creature, is a devotee of all her desires, falling and falling and falling into her arms, her fings will caress your hair, your soul and all your fool existence.
True , she will become your throne, made of dust and bones. You, sweet creature, are capable of remembering the days y'all were kids, soul’s friends, pure like crystalline water. This thought passes through your head, you can remember the touch of your friend’s hand, when he used to guide you on the streets of the red city. Y'all used to think that will never be capable of growing, growing up it’s a sad and hard process. Adults are egoist, they are incapable of dealing with their choices.
Love , you became a villain for her, nevertheless she is not a heroine, she is as villain as you. But, there is a secret that you keep to yourself and, probably, she does too. You, sweet creature, are hoping she remembers the days y'all were young and untamable, your lips kissing her forehead, then her eyes, her cheeks and side of her mouth until your tongue tasted hers, it was like fire burning your lungs and your head and all your body. Intense, like coffee. Wild, like volcanoes. Deep as ocean.
Will you become lovers again? Will you become friends again? Will you be Hades for her? Will she be Persephone for you? You, cruel creature, looked into her eyes, while y’all walked through destruction, it was the end of the world, your cataclysm. She would do the same, she is not better than you, she is merciless and vengeful. She is not, definitely, better than you. She wears a mask of a friend, with a lovely smile on her face, a heroine for the others and a criminal for your. She is a killer as you. She's a rebel as you. She failed as you. Nevertheless, she loves to be adored and different from you, she is loved, despite of, sometimes, being incapable to hide her worst side.
Find your hate, your courage, your fate.
You were for her a captured queen at the end of a chess game, guarded as a minotaur, you played her game, you loved and adored and devoteed her once more. She fell into your arms, finding something to fill the whole inside one of her hearts and you, creature, obeyed her, kissing her neck and then her chin, sucking her lips slowly in agony and sadness. She was your lady Macbeth, the serpent inside her skull, you were losing your mind and your dignity. You lost yourself. You lost your hate. You lost your fate.
In displeasure, you’ve been dreaming with her perfume, her presence is so real, you can feel her touch your skin softless like bird feathers walking through your skin, shivering your skin hair. You, sweet and cruel creature, cried, thinking about her arms around you and the smell of her hair. There’s tears in your eyes, because the last time you saw her, she was broken, lost and angry. You wish to kiss her one more time and once again and more until the end of time, until the death of all stars, until the universe collapses.
The truth inside your mind, you’ve been thinking about how one day your hearts beated furiously, while you felt her taste of honey, her warm body and her whispers calling your name. That was the old days, ending as candles burning down. You know, sweet and cruel creature, she is capable of feeling as you, she is haunted with all the past ghosts, she hears your voice cut the silence and your breath in her neck and she cries and ponders about the time y’all lost. It’s a paradox.
End less, y’all died one thousand times, your fates are doomed to cross over, it’s a punishment to live more than gods. Y'all are inside a labyrinth, always come back to each other she is your oldest friend, lover and hater.
- Sebastian
Dear,
I don't know how to say it, maybe I'm getting crazy or maybe I'm being just me, you gonna think this is crazy but I think I was born to be loved for you. I was born in the day I met you, metaphorically, of course, I was born because finally I know who I am and what I choose to love.
I was born in the day you fell in the earth like Lucifer, my lucifer, my bad angel and my heroin. Dear, I'd never know how to say it or to put in words what I feel when I look into your eyes or when I feel your smell of biscuit it's like vanilla and petrichor, it's in over you, like rain.
Honey, I’m a coward and sometimes I’m feeling weak, because I’m never be capable to say this looking in your eyes, opening my mouth, but now I open my only heart to tell you a fool thing: I wanna hold you in my arms, I wish kiss you at midnight, while fireworks pop up above our heads. I wish hold your face and breathe your air. I wish doing this more than anything in my life. I love you more than anything in my life.
Dear, I don’t know how to say it, I can’t imagine how to live without you, I love to be with you in our adventures, this makes part of me like a illness. Maybe I’m sick, but need to hold your hand while we run and laugh and fall. This makes me alive. Maybe this kills me, but I'd die happy if I could save you or if you were the last person I could see.
Oh dear, dear, dear.
You got the key of my heart, I hope one day be corresponded with the keys of yours.
- Yaz
