( His... hearts. Of all the afterthoughts, the dissolved trinkets of nothing, this should not be what lingers with him — the quiet and unassuming reality of... twisted biology.
The Doctor was ever too kind to be as average men. And Clara too ragged by the riches of her hurts to be as carefree maidens.
He nods, measured and crassly crafted and slow, more jutting, hard inclination than a gesture of approval. Behind him, he draws the elevator door like a tomb's gate, swallowing. They should not have laid step here, should not have come, should not have lingered.
Lan Wangji hesitated. This rescue was his, poorly done. )
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( His... hearts. Of all the afterthoughts, the dissolved trinkets of nothing, this should not be what lingers with him — the quiet and unassuming reality of... twisted biology.
The Doctor was ever too kind to be as average men. And Clara too ragged by the riches of her hurts to be as carefree maidens.
He nods, measured and crassly crafted and slow, more jutting, hard inclination than a gesture of approval. Behind him, he draws the elevator door like a tomb's gate, swallowing. They should not have laid step here, should not have come, should not have lingered.
Lan Wangji hesitated. This rescue was his, poorly done. )
...Clara. ( And softened: ) It did not happen.