Clara Oswald
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🍁My story is never done.
🍁Impossible Girl, running through time, doing extraordinary things...in a skirt that might be a little too short.

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Anthony J. Crowley.

Fallen Angel, Demon, Proud plant dad.

🍷RP/21+ MS/MV Account

🔥 Good Omens, IWTV, Historical RP

🌿Crossovers and OCs welcome

🎩Writer is friendly!

😈Looking for SLs and always open for banter!

❤️ & RT!
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//🤗
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// I feel this.

And you have so much to do at home. Teacher sympathy all the way.
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//Me. Everywhere.
All accounts.
Thanks to work.
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//Me. Everywhere.
All accounts.
Thanks to work.
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// It is going to take me 16 years to dig out all my replies here (pre-bookmark).

But I shall try 🤣
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knows it must happen.
It must happen, or he does not become who he was meant to become, and neither does Tony Stark, or King T'Challa. Events will not unfold as they are meant to in the future, and the world needs them to.
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Everything within her screams to run with him straight down the alleyway. It screams to take him from here and now. Save him from the pain and terror.

Yet somehow, she pulls her collar closer and steps a little closer to his warmth as they step out into the night, and she doesn't run.
She -
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She knows of a café that will at least take them til ten or eleven. After that, they can find somewhere to sit all night.
She isn't sure he can handle the TARDIS.

Her slight, slim fingers curl with his, and she feels her breath catching.

"Yes."

This place is too loud. It is too much.
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tries to smile.

"I can't say goodbye yet."
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Clara doesn't want to spend the night doing anything but being with him, siting and talking. Perhaps being wrapped on each other's arms. She just wants to be there with Bucky until he absolutely must leave.
"When do you have to report back tonight?"

She's not trying to be forward.

"I'm..."

She-
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little hands rest at the small of his back.

"When do you have to leave?" She asks, voice muffled by his uniform jacket, and by tears.

She wants to stay with him until the last very second. She wants to send him off with all of her [love] hopes and dreams.
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Here she is, meaning to give him comfort, and it turns out, hes giving it to her instead.

If only she could just take him by the hand and run off with him to /her/ TARDIS, and save him from the horrors to come, for both of them.
Clara knows what's coming, he doesn't.

Pressed into his chest, her-
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just the enormity of it all. You're all going off to war."
How trite she sounds. "No, that sounds stupid. It's utter bollocks."
She says reaching up to swipe a tear from her eye.
"I hate this war. I hate what it's taking from everyone. "
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[No, nothing is alright], she thinks.
[You are about to enter Hell, and its going to last for decades. It will nearly ruin your life, and you'll never fully recover from it.]

"I'm Clara. Clara Oswald."

She blinks hard a few times, conquering the wayward tears that they to fall.
"Oh, no. Its -
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know your name?"

It's already written across her heart. Her soul. Her destiny.

She'll follow him through time, desperate to save him, but Time won't let her.
But she'll do her damned best none the less.
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Her lips almost form his name, but she stops herself just in time. He can't know. Not yet.
"We'll hold it back a little longer, together."

The Doctor used to tell her to get her eyes under control, but she can't now. Her heart is there, plainly for him to see, if he cares to look.

"May I -
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her. The world truly has receded, and it is simply the two of them. For now.

"I feel the same way."
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pronounced in comparison with the stark stillness of hers.
He is so very young, still full of dreams and ambitions, and it tears at her heart that can still feel, knowing what comes next.
Lifting her head, she looks up into his eyes and finds her breath catching when she sees him looking down at -
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His [hands] are warm against her back and around her own hand. Soon...
She pushes back the knowledge of what they will do to him.
Clara, just focus.
Give him a good memory to take with him...to hold on to.
Resting a cheek against him, she can feel his heart hammering, and it seems even more -
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Son of a biscuit eater!
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gets its hooks into him?
"Hi."
Her Blackpool accent is heavy as she continues.
"I'd love to dance with you."
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face to face with her, she pushes away the one sided argument she'd just had with the TARDIS.
Why did [She] bring Clara here tonight? With all she knows, how can she be bright and happy for him, when this is the last time he will simply be himself before he is thrown into the fray? Before HYDRA-