Apparently she had finally fallen asleep and she hardly realised that he had come in but he had. It took a moment for her to truly wake up and her ear was pressed against something that was giving her a steady beating sound. Two hearts, yes it was most certainly him. Slowly she lifted her head from its position and back to where it rightfully belonged on one of the pillows that lined the top of the bed and she felt one of those long yawns that she often had come from her lips. Clara turned her head to look at the Twin, and she did what she always did; wonder why she chose him? Of course he looked exactly the same as the Doctor, but she never truly understood why she had chosen his darkness that had never been appealing to her over the light. Why was it that him calling her love still made her feel wonderful inside? It really shouldn’t have and she really shouldn’t have even been able to feel warmth. But now in her groggy state a thin smile came to her lips. One of her hands traveled to his face though his gaze was wandering and she looked at him with a gaze of love and interest.
Neither of which she thought she really had. At least not for him, but for the Doctor she always would. Such a deceitful path she had decided to follow. Not only to him, but to herself. Her thumb began to circle around on his jaw and she looked at him with that fake magical wonder then moved her head so she could touch her lips to his.
“Not really good, now is it? Nothing with us is ever good,” she was still hovering over him in this strange seductive manner that she had learned to tap into. And then she lowered her lips again because it just felt right in this new character she had shaped into. A character of lies and one who murdered for the sheer thrill of spinning darkness. The old Clara would be so disappointed in her and sometimes even she was disappointed in herself. “Perhaps we should make up a new name for it.”
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 beat, causing death and destruction combined. And he loved it that way.
The Twin gazed at her and took in her natural beauty as he scanned her personality again in his thoughts. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. The only thing bothering him was that she sometimes felt too.. forced. Sometimes he was alive and she was an actor, hired to improvise around the scenario he wrote. The Twin had no doubt she would fix herself eventually, but for now he tried to enjoy that glimpse of her that once or twice shone through.
“Make up a name for it? Bad morning? Evil morning?” He chucked lightly as he stroked her arm up and down with the tip of his fingers, enjoying how she shivered from it. “I think good morning is okay. A bit ironic, but it’ll do.” He glanced around the room, only to find his sight drawn back to her. Always back to her, as her beautifully devious smile gave her the ability to draw him towards her. A Twin magnet. He grinned at the thought and moved back to her, pushing a kiss on her lips that was more rough and passionate than hers.