Wow! Nice! I guess h/c is good no matter what. I don't even know Doctor Who that well and yet that didn't diminish my enjoying this. Very lovely, indeed! You are truly cross culture h/c!!
Fave part:
Rory couldn’t reply, though. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open. His chest heaved, but the gasping, choking noises hardly sounded promising. His grip tightened, almost crushing her arm, before loosening suddenly as his eyes rolled up in his head and he collapsed to the ground.
“Rory!”
Her I told you so speech was forgotten -- everything was forgotten -- as she hit her knees next to him, trying desperately to see what was wrong.
“Rory, talk to me,” she said, almost begging.
Rory’s body convulsed, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead as he gaped in futility. He writhed under her touch, and she could feel the hammering of his heart before fine tremors shook him and enveloped him until he was shaking in earnest.
--sigh...this kind of peril and angst never gets old. Hahaha!
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Date: 2013-07-05 03:07 pm (UTC)Fave part:
Rory couldn’t reply, though. His eyes were wide and his mouth was open. His chest heaved, but the gasping, choking noises hardly sounded promising. His grip tightened, almost crushing her arm, before loosening suddenly as his eyes rolled up in his head and he collapsed to the ground.
“Rory!”
Her I told you so speech was forgotten -- everything was forgotten -- as she hit her knees next to him, trying desperately to see what was wrong.
“Rory, talk to me,” she said, almost begging.
Rory’s body convulsed, a sheen of sweat breaking out on his forehead as he gaped in futility. He writhed under her touch, and she could feel the hammering of his heart before fine tremors shook him and enveloped him until he was shaking in earnest.
--sigh...this kind of peril and angst never gets old. Hahaha!