veradune:

Hours after her arrival on the Tardis and the crumbling of their
storied walls, they sit on a couch with his hand curled around her arm.
She leans deeper into the crook of his arm, her eyes closed and her
breathing steady.

He hasn’t stopped touching her, once started now
free from any constraints and she marvels at the feeling it invokes in
her. She hadn’t realized how much she had missed it until it was offered
again. His motions are soft and fleeting. Sometimes she thinks it’s
because he’s afraid (you’ll burn someone else). Mostly, she thinks it’s
the same reasoning that she has. One moment of rationality could make
all of this disappear. (from The Dark Days of Us)

For thatexactleaf, thank you for being my first ever commissioner and for your patience and support ^^