He eagerly glanced over her body, draped in the blanket as he laid his hands in her neck, absorbing her warmth in a kiss. “Plans can wait.” He stated shortly after pulling back from the kiss. Her magnetizing powers worked again as he just couldn’t stop touching skin that wasn’t tucked in warm blankets and fondling her hair. The Twin couldn’t help but show a minor grin while pushing his lips against hers and brushing his tongue over her teeth.
He smiled as the side of her took over again that he helped create. A side he could never live without anymore. That thought had a worrying and strange but nice ring to it. They were two pieces of a broken heart, fitting together only to be a decayed heart that once…
He eagerly glanced over her body, draped in the blanket as he laid his hands in her neck, absorbing her warmth in a kiss. “Plans can wait.” He stated shortly after pulling back from the kiss. Her magnetizing powers worked again as he just couldn’t stop touching skin that wasn’t tucked in warm blankets and fondling her hair. The Twin couldn’t help but show a minor grin while pushing his lips against hers and brushing his tongue over her teeth.
Black Hole (n): a celestial object that has a gravitational field so strong that light cannot escape it.The Doctor could be considered to have become one, his presence was the very essence of a black hole and she had been with him so long that now her own light could not escape him and she felt as though it never would. How long had it been since her brightness was that of the stars? That of the sun? She had no idea, as Clara was no longer a beautiful being among the rest, now she was that of the dark clouded puddles that lined streets once a rain storm had commenced. The dark charcoal that one put under a grill. All the light had been snuffed out of her and now there was just her new self as well as this new Doctor. Of course he wasn’t really the Doctor, was he? No, he was the Twin, the Doctor who should never had become. Stealing her away and her choosing to side with the darkness.
At times she wondered why she had done this, but she believed it was because she had no choice, the Twin was persuasive and her life was one she treasured because there would be no coming back for her this time. No Doctor to save her from a time stream. There would just be her cold body on the ground from being murdered in cruel timing. Yet she did not regret her decision as the days went on. In fact this new darkness inside of her was one that she brutally enjoyed. It wasn’t a beautiful joy, but one that took a getting used to. Sort of like how school was when she was a teenager. There were things she liked about it then the boring dull things that she didn’t, and this new dark was of that nature.
She hoped the Twin would be able to keep her safe, though. Keep her comforted. Even in this new state of independence she felt that he was her rock if things went bad. And yet now, in this TARDIS that was slightly less of the Doctor’s, that listened to the Twin and only the Twin, she felt strange. Not like the queen of a castle, but like a fugitive on the run. Her bedroom wasn’t as nice as the one she had at the Maitland’s, it wasn’t home, but no where was home anymore. Not even the man she had decided she loved was home, though she believed her heart to be completely his.
If she had a heart. No, her own heart had slowly become a black hole as well and thinking about the topic did nothing to change how she felt this night that she sat here. Her hands messing with the fluffy fabric of sheets and the whirring of the TARDIS attempting to lull her to sleep. Clara couldn’t sleep anymore though, and she wondered why she even went by the name Clara still.
Clara: The name Clara stems from the Latin word that means 'clear' or 'bright'.No, she wasn’t either clear or bright anymore and she never would be. Not with him. The Twin had poisoned her and clouded her blood with a swirling dark that would always consume her.
The Twin woke up, his eyes immediately pointed at the sleepy Clara who was resting her head on his chest. He smiled lightly as he felt her fragile breathing on his shoulder. “Good morning, love.” He whispered, his voice flowing into her ear. He stretched the one leg that wasn’t tangled with hers and glanced around the room.
He loved having Clara around. She made him feel accomplished. She gave him a sense of power, yet training him in delicacy. He could tell she just gave up on the Doctor one day a long time ago, which made him the happiest man in the universe.
Finally someone to share to experience of murdering innocent creatures. The look on their faces when cutting their loved ones’ throats filled his blood with joy, and he could it did so with her too. Slowly but surely she became like him. Understood him.