Worn fingertips twitch, but she resists. She's too aware of his gaze, his attentions, his concern. The Doctor has fought for this friendship every step, she knows it, and she loves him for it. Even now when she stares at his reflection in the gently fogging glass, she can feel herself beginning to mourn the vision of it. Not a vision of the future, but an understanding. Even if they do everything right, they'll return to their ways of life and never see one another again.
"Hurt you?" He says he fears it, but that was such a small taste. With her shoulder pressed to the cold window, Vanessa lets her eyes drift shut, unaware that the barest of a smile softens her gaunt features. "I wanted to free you." That's what it was to serve, thought the monster in Vanessa's skin. To become one with evil. One with destruction. No more loneliness.
Her heels dig into the fluff of the blanket, the fabrics twisting as she curls into herself to slump against the glass. She could be dreaming again, with how she murmurs.
"To take you into my arms and drink deep your rage and your loss, and you would cease to be as you were. To be, oh, so much greater than the sum of your parts. For you wouldn't be alone. It would be thee and me."
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Worn fingertips twitch, but she resists. She's too aware of his gaze, his attentions, his concern. The Doctor has fought for this friendship every step, she knows it, and she loves him for it. Even now when she stares at his reflection in the gently fogging glass, she can feel herself beginning to mourn the vision of it. Not a vision of the future, but an understanding. Even if they do everything right, they'll return to their ways of life and never see one another again.
"Hurt you?" He says he fears it, but that was such a small taste. With her shoulder pressed to the cold window, Vanessa lets her eyes drift shut, unaware that the barest of a smile softens her gaunt features. "I wanted to free you." That's what it was to serve, thought the monster in Vanessa's skin. To become one with evil. One with destruction. No more loneliness.
Her heels dig into the fluff of the blanket, the fabrics twisting as she curls into herself to slump against the glass. She could be dreaming again, with how she murmurs.
"To take you into my arms and drink deep your rage and your loss, and you would cease to be as you were. To be, oh, so much greater than the sum of your parts. For you wouldn't be alone. It would be thee and me."