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The Doctor (fromgallifrey) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,

So, there they were; both sorry with forgiveness implied. Both twined up with wrapped up arms and grabbing hands. Grips that snagged and stayed and held. It was a mutual hold. It wasn't one sided of the Cajun pushing or the Doctor pulling. It was a meeting in the middle.

There was another gentle kiss of the Cajun's lips brushing along his jawline, of finding soft skin that went for such a long time being neglected. He'd tucked his feelings down low and deep for a reason, Gambit. He planned on putting them right back there after you both separated again. He had to or he'd be consumed.

When the Cajun asked if he was alright, the Doctor wondered what part of him he was asking about: Was it the part that worried for that blonde girl and the big eared Time Lord? Was it the part that knew he'd allowed that Cajun to barge into his life and play this game with infatuation? Was it the part that felt useless and tired against the game that raged around him? Or was it that deep and lonely part that threatened at the surface every single time he thought of all the people here.

"I'm still here," was the best he could manage to respond, cryptic as it was. His breath came sharp and quick as he took in the Cajun's scent, his lips finding place on the mutant's cheek, his other hand upon the other. He was pulling back, Remy. It was time to put this to an end. He had to.