clara/twelve fic: we tried the world and it wasn’t for us;

twelveclara:

She studies him, a gentle smile on her face. Her eyes are warm and he decides he no longer believes in science, or logic; there’s a light that comes from within her, like she has a sun for a heart; she wisps around, glittering, and her shadows are moonbeams. She drips dark matter and stardust. 

“If I were human,” he
says, “the likelihood that I would exist at the same time as you is slim –
unaccountably, unbearably slim – that it’s a risk I could never imagine
taking.” [clara and twelve and philosophy; the paradox of love, and, as clara says, she’s an english teacher. there are too many words. 4,200 words.]

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