Doctor Who - Amy/Rory
Running the cloakâs fabric between her fingers Amy thought in shades of red. Every one of them was available before her, from a pale scarlet blush to a deep, sweaty maroon.
Her crimson thoughts had been purposefully vague because the thing in her mind, the red in her heart, was a spectrum of pain, loyalty and dedication. Rory was all of them.
Fresh hospital scrubs, clean and safe but dark enough to hide the blood stains. A coy blush shared with the Doctor. Sleep weary eyes, heavy and sore. Grilled tomato. Worlds on fire. From the everyday to the incomparable.