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Apr. 14th, 2012 02:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
amberfocusTitle: Ten Seconds
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amberfocus
Characters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Rating: All ages
Beta:thetesh
Summary: Is she more than teeth and tail and blood and bone and a snarl from a nightmare that haunts everything, will haunt everything forever?
Author's Notes: Written for challenge 96 prompt springtime at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
then_theres_us
Ten Seconds
She doesn’t know who she is, doesn’t know where she’s been, doesn’t know why she exists. She’s falling, falling, falling, like a meteorite from the sky, breaking up in the atmosphere into a thousand tiny pieces that can still do so, so much damage no matter how small. She’s burning up, white hot coals that are taking far too long to become cinders and everything, everything around her hurts. It’s violent and ugly, this tearing apart of her psyche, this shredding of her soul, this rending of her body.
What is she?
One
two
three
Golden light and shadow and fire and all of the things that went bump in the
four
five
six
night. Lightning and thunder and rain so powerful it can all but kill you and
seven
eight
nine
is that what is happening? Is she dying? Is she killing? Is she more than teeth and tail and blood and bone and a snarl from a nightmare that haunts everything, will haunt everything forever?
Ten.
It stops. She stops. She feels lips, softer than she thought they’d be. She feels power. Hers. His. The pain moves behind her eyes, from heat to crystals, shards of ice piercing every aspect of what she has become.
BAD WOLF
The bitterness of winter, the freezing darkness, dissolves. He pulls it out of her and chases it away.
She fills with warmth, rebirth, renewal.
She is Rose Tyler.
And he tastes of spring.
Author:
amberfocusCharacters/Pairings: Nine/Rose
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Rating: All ages
Beta:
theteshSummary: Is she more than teeth and tail and blood and bone and a snarl from a nightmare that haunts everything, will haunt everything forever?
Author's Notes: Written for challenge 96 prompt springtime at
then_theres_usShe doesn’t know who she is, doesn’t know where she’s been, doesn’t know why she exists. She’s falling, falling, falling, like a meteorite from the sky, breaking up in the atmosphere into a thousand tiny pieces that can still do so, so much damage no matter how small. She’s burning up, white hot coals that are taking far too long to become cinders and everything, everything around her hurts. It’s violent and ugly, this tearing apart of her psyche, this shredding of her soul, this rending of her body.
What is she?
One
two
three
Golden light and shadow and fire and all of the things that went bump in the
four
five
six
night. Lightning and thunder and rain so powerful it can all but kill you and
seven
eight
nine
is that what is happening? Is she dying? Is she killing? Is she more than teeth and tail and blood and bone and a snarl from a nightmare that haunts everything, will haunt everything forever?
Ten.
It stops. She stops. She feels lips, softer than she thought they’d be. She feels power. Hers. His. The pain moves behind her eyes, from heat to crystals, shards of ice piercing every aspect of what she has become.
The bitterness of winter, the freezing darkness, dissolves. He pulls it out of her and chases it away.
She fills with warmth, rebirth, renewal.
She is Rose Tyler.
And he tastes of spring.
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Date: 2012-04-14 11:05 pm (UTC)That's so beautiful! Absolutely poetic.
LOVE IT!!!! ♥♥♥
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Date: 2012-04-14 11:11 pm (UTC)I also loved the meter of this piece. Beautiful!
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Date: 2012-04-15 12:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-15 02:14 am (UTC)PS: I love your username. It reminds me of sepiatoned photographs or something. &hearts
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Date: 2012-04-15 03:44 am (UTC)He breathed out a confession, “Oh, she's like fire inside of him, burning him away.”
“She makes him burn?”
“Her touch. Her mouth. He's kissed her, held her pressed hard against him. She pulsed like a sun going nova. So hot. Everywhere. Inside him, in his mind. He can't forget what it felt like. And the thought of it...”
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Date: 2012-04-15 04:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-15 08:02 am (UTC)The counting is a great touch, and I absolutely love the winter/spring metaphor.
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Date: 2012-04-15 07:35 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-04-15 07:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-15 07:38 pm (UTC)I'm glad you like the user name. I'm very fond of it. I always say I don't view the world through rose-colored glasses, but through an amber focus, which really just tends to mean I approach things from a different angle than a lot of people.
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Date: 2012-04-15 07:39 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-04-15 10:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-15 10:53 pm (UTC)Part 1 is at http://rabid1st.livejournal.com/127807.html
And Part 2 is at http://rabid1st.livejournal.com/199894.html
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Date: 2012-04-16 02:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-16 09:44 pm (UTC)