Proposal"Will you marry me?" Short, simple and, hopefully, effective. Only four words to tell her something so important. Maybe he could add a little.Proposal3 years ago in Romance
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"Rose Tyler, I love you so much. Will you marry me?" A bit too long? If he was even more nervous than he already was, then perhaps he should make it a bit shorter.
"Rose Tyler, will you marry me? Please? Pretty, pretty please?" Nope. Nuh-uh. Absolutely no way. Way too much begging. He may only be half time lord, but he still had his pride, and he would not beg her to marry him
nope, definitely not.
"Rose Tyler, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?" Nah, too formal. She would prefer it he kept it simple.
He nervously glanced around the room, before falling to one knee and pulling out the small box. He could imagine Rose sitting on the couch, happy from a night out. He was going to take her out to some fancy restaurant and afterwards he would take her dancing. Yes, he would definitely do that.
He coughed slightly. "Rose
DualityIt was like viewing the flip sides of a coin; complete opposites, yet so achingly familiar that Rose often had difficulty differentiating.Duality3 years ago in General Fiction
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Where her first Doctor was all ice cold intensity and brittle, fragile sadness, this new Doctor is heat and energy and a raging wildfire. She used to have to chip away at the barriers of his mind and heart, patiently sculpting and revealing the beautiful man within. Then she had to brace herself for the fire and run right through the inferno, doggedly continuing until she reached the heart. Yet both her Doctors, while able to talk for England, never revealed anything about themselves. Even then Rose was still getting bits and pieces at random moments, when he would let something slip accidentally and then rush to cover it up with another anecdote, another insult, or another adventure. It was something she found comforting, in the early days of his regeneration. The new Doctor's unease at personal history, the way he still skittered from commitment,
Angels -Prologue- APH-WHOArthur backed up further, inching carefully, slowly, as far back as he could get while keeping his eyes ahead. He could already feel that sting, that need to lower one's eyelids just for a moment, but his heart quickened and he willed himself not to give in. He felt the rough surface, the cold crumbling scrape of stone against his shoulder blades beneath the material of his clothes and yet he still tried to push further back, almost as though he could will himself to pass through the wall and out of the path of that slow creeping danger.Angels -Prologue- APH-WHO4 years ago in Fan Fiction
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There was a flurry of pale magenta and silver light, a gentle sound like that of beating dragonfly wings from off to his left. He could just make out the shape of a small male fairy on it's way from the inside of his house to some unknown parts of his backyard.
"Toot-Toot..." He ground out, trying to expel the fear he could feel seeping its way into his very being.
The small fairy paused, "Sire?" Then flitted