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meeting the boy
Jan. 23rd, 2019 09:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shahrrehth[She had been in the city for less than a day when she saw the boy, the man really, nearly fall to his death.
To be fair, she saw him fall to what would have been his death. But, as always, she'd been unable to let it happen, unable to let the moment pass when she could do something about it.
It was snowing, freezing cold, the kind of weather that her advisors had warned her about when she'd said she wanted to go 'wherever she was needed'. No one should be out at all, let alone two young men on the rooftops of the city. Certainly not a girl in nothing more than a shift of a nightgown and the first few snowflakes that had fallen on her hair in the space between her little hostel room and the window ledge that had almost been his doom.
There is a whoosh of air, the touch of soft hands still stronger than iron, blue eyes so deep they almost glow, and the soft press of warm lips across his forehead. Then he'll find himself on the roof of the building, safe and sound, unharmed if slightly jangled with soft Russian words in a strange accent whispering in his ear-]
Be more careful.
[Before there is nothing and no one and Clara is back in her hostel room, closing the window slowly so as not to catch his eye.]
To be fair, she saw him fall to what would have been his death. But, as always, she'd been unable to let it happen, unable to let the moment pass when she could do something about it.
It was snowing, freezing cold, the kind of weather that her advisors had warned her about when she'd said she wanted to go 'wherever she was needed'. No one should be out at all, let alone two young men on the rooftops of the city. Certainly not a girl in nothing more than a shift of a nightgown and the first few snowflakes that had fallen on her hair in the space between her little hostel room and the window ledge that had almost been his doom.
There is a whoosh of air, the touch of soft hands still stronger than iron, blue eyes so deep they almost glow, and the soft press of warm lips across his forehead. Then he'll find himself on the roof of the building, safe and sound, unharmed if slightly jangled with soft Russian words in a strange accent whispering in his ear-]
Be more careful.
[Before there is nothing and no one and Clara is back in her hostel room, closing the window slowly so as not to catch his eye.]
