Oh dear. Sexy’s hand curls against the Doctor’s chest, nails curled against the fabric of his soaked suit. Her mind lingers on Rose and Donna - two definitive losses, chapters that were closed forever, and so absolutely, too. She feels his ache and lets it permeate, lets him share his grief - lets him know that he’s not the only one grieving, that she feels for them too. Perhaps it will help him feel not so alone.
You love them, Sexy’s mind roamed over each of them; Rose’s shiny blonde hair, Martha’s teasing smile, the Captain’s flirty smirk, and Donna’s boistrous laugh. And they love you, too. So very, very much. Nothing can erase that, not time nor distance.
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Date: 2018-12-19 02:10 am (UTC)You love them, Sexy’s mind roamed over each of them; Rose’s shiny blonde hair, Martha’s teasing smile, the Captain’s flirty smirk, and Donna’s boistrous laugh. And they love you, too. So very, very much. Nothing can erase that, not time nor distance.