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the-adonis-pluto:

Finally Pluto felt full on panic go through him. He kept a hand out in front of him, as if wanting to reach over and just grab the gun away from her. Wanting to destroy it. He looked down for a moment, taking in a breath between his teeth. “Okay! Okay!” he said a bit louder, his voice firm, but the worry still obvious. He felt so weak in this moment. Not being able to do anything. He couldn’t take control at all because it was simply not an ability he had.

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"Okay…" he repeated as he opened the door carefully. He stepped out looked back at her for a moment, reassuring himself she was still there. And then he shut the door just slightly behind him. "Cupid!" he yelled for his friend who was down the hall. "What’s wrong, Pluto?" he asked as he walked over to him. "Get, Clark," he said in a stern voice. Cupid furrowed his brows slightly as if a bit confused but Pluto kept his eyes on him. "Do it. Now!" he said more firmly than before. Cupid looked to the door before looking back at his friend and giving a nod. He turned on his heel quickly, ready to get one of the others help to do this without trouble. Pluto backed up and stepped back into the room to turn to her. "The others are bringing him," he said giving her a reassuring look. But then he began taking a few steps forward. "Clara…do you really want your brother to see you with a gun to yourself?" he asked carefully.

Clara watched anxiously as he stepped outside the room, listening closely to his words. When he returned, she’d retreated even further into the corner, the muzzle of the ugh still pressed firmly against her stomach. Every line of her body was taut and strained with anxiety as she stared at the god. Her heart raced as she experienced the first modicum of control she’d had since they were first taken - using herself as insurance. Whatever worked, she told herself.

At his query, her eyes dropped to the weapon resting against her flesh, a hard scoff escaping her lips as she looked up at him. “It wouldn’t be the first time,” she answered, and then found that she wanted to continue. “You think we want to live trying to hunt you monsters down? Watching our backs every step of the way? Waiting to die? Hell no! Clark is the only reason I haven’t put a bullet in my brain a hundred times over, and I’m the same for him. Suicide in separation isn’t new to us, Pluto.” She spat his name out vehemently, her hands steadier now. “Whatever your sanctimonious little human was like, I promise - she wasn’t ever as desperate as this, mate.”

Pluto furrowed his eyebrows at her slightly. For a moment he couldn’t help but feel slight anger. Not towards her. But towards everything that was happening. He hated it. He wished that things weren’t like this. He’d give anything to just go back in time and live out his life with Clara a second time. Of course after she died, and he pleaded for the Doctor to simply try, he was told over and over again that it was fixed, and there wasn’t any going back.

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"No…she had been desperate…but it was for the opposite thing…she never wanted to die," he said in a solemn voice before turning away from her to the door. He wouldn’t say anything else. There wasn’t anything else for him to say. She was too stubborn to listen to him at all. He was trying to maybe make her think rationally. Try to maybe bring reason into things, but it wasn’t a possibility with her.

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"I blew into this world on a leaf. I’m still blowing. I don’t think I’ll ever land. I’m Clara Oswald. I’m the impossible girl."

oswaldfortheoswin:

the-adonis-pluto:

   He took in a rather frantic breath but he quickly calmed himself down. Finally he took some steps backwards towards the door grabbing the handle carefully. “Okay, okay…shh…I’ll tell them to get, Clark…after you put the gun down,” he said trying to come up with some sort of agreement. He pulled out the key from his pocket to unlock the door. “I will not go back on my promise. I’m not one to do that,” he said carefully. The look on his face was entirely genuine as he looked at her.

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   ”Calm down…take your finger off the trigger,” he said, keeping the key out where she could see it. His voice was soothing. In the way he had always talked to her when she was distressed so long ago. As if he was just trying to comfort her. He turned his head slightly in order to put the key into the lock and then turn it slowly. “I’m going to call them to get, Clark…but you have to put it down…” he said, his tone a bit more serious.

"No!" She cocked the hammer, setting the weapon up to fire - something she hadn’t done before, but was desperate enough to now. "This gun doesn’t move until he is here with me!” She took shaky breaths, now aware that her finger on the trigger was potentially deadly, and refusing to back down.

"This is more real than ever, you son of a bitch," she growled, tightening her grip on it once more. "You give me my brother, I give you the gun. But it doesn’t happen before then, or you are gonna have one dead pet and a lot of blood to clean up.”

Finally Pluto felt full on panic go through him. He kept a hand out in front of him, as if wanting to reach over and just grab the gun away from her. Wanting to destroy it. He looked down for a moment, taking in a breath between his teeth. “Okay! Okay!” he said a bit louder, his voice firm, but the worry still obvious. He felt so weak in this moment. Not being able to do anything. He couldn’t take control at all because it was simply not an ability he had.

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"Okay…" he repeated as he opened the door carefully. He stepped out looked back at her for a moment, reassuring himself she was still there. And then he shut the door just slightly behind him. "Cupid!" he yelled for his friend who was down the hall. "What’s wrong, Pluto?" he asked as he walked over to him. "Get, Clark," he said in a stern voice. Cupid furrowed his brows slightly as if a bit confused but Pluto kept his eyes on him. "Do it. Now!" he said more firmly than before. Cupid looked to the door before looking back at his friend and giving a nod. He turned on his heel quickly, ready to get one of the others help to do this without trouble. Pluto backed up and stepped back into the room to turn to her. "The others are bringing him," he said giving her a reassuring look. But then he began taking a few steps forward. "Clara…do you really want your brother to see you with a gun to yourself?" he asked carefully.

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Pluto kept her against him as she caught his lips in hers once again. He kissed back, movements, needy and pulling, like Clara’s own. He currently really needed her right now. And he wasn’t sure where the neediness and the want had come from. But it was there. Obviously they were both suffering from just that neediness. Their bodies couldn’t get any closer by now, with how tightly he had her against him. He kissed her with such longing, as if he hadn’t done so in a long while. Even though they showed each other affection often, at the moment it seemed that they had been completely deprived of any at all. “You’re beautiful,” he breathed as his lips went back down her throat, making contact with every bit of her skin he could get to.

Short, panting gasps escaped her as her fingers dragged at his skin, becoming impatient as she moved to undress him, pushing herself away from him momentarily. Her lips met his, briefly, harshly, and then she pulled away as she dragged his shirt off over his head, hands pressing over his chest as she leaned against him once more.

Another bout of hot exhales fell from his mouth as she pressed against his bare chest. His forehead rested against hers as his green eyes scanned over her features, his lips dragging against her own. He caught his breath before he captured her mouth in another long and hungry kiss while his hands explored her curves still keeping her hips pressed against his own.


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the-adonis-pluto:

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27. Sharing clothes, jewelry, or other personal items.

Clara stretched as she paused in her dressing routine, glancing at Pluto with a smile. There wasn’t much planned for the day, not truly. She pulled on a par of leggings, and then pointed behind him as she adjusted her bra strap. “Love, can you get me that shirt?” She asked, pointing to one of his soft button-ups, knowing it would be enormous on her.

Pluto looked over to the shirt laying on the bed. “Sure,” he said as he picked it up and handed it to her with a smile. “Of course you’ll look even smaller than you already are wearing it,” he said with an almost amused smile as he himself pulled a t-shirt over his head.

She shrugged, smiling at him. “It’s comfortable.” She took it from him and slipped it on, fumbling with the buttons until it was draped over her like a dress. She began to roll up the sleeves, struggling with it until she simply held her arm out for him with a hopeful smile.

He gave a rather amused grin before stepping forward and beginning to roll the sleeve up her arm until it was around her elbow comfortably. He then took her other arm and did the same thing. “Have I told you that I love you recently?” he asked as he looked away from the sleeve and at her, eyes locking with her own.

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be intimate with me ((GODS I HOPE IT'S THE SHAVING ONE BECAUSE THEM GOOFING OFF IN THE BATHROOM AND HER HELPING HIM SHAVE IS THE CUTEST THING EVER!! not hinting at anything though))

oswaldfortheoswin:

27. Sharing clothes, jewelry, or other personal items.

Clara stretched as she paused in her dressing routine, glancing at Pluto with a smile. There wasn’t much planned for the day, not truly. She pulled on a par of leggings, and then pointed behind him as she adjusted her bra strap. “Love, can you get me that shirt?” She asked, pointing to one of his soft button-ups, knowing it would be enormous on her.

Pluto looked over to the shirt laying on the bed. “Sure,” he said as he picked it up and handed it to her with a smile. “Of course you’ll look even smaller than you already are wearing it,” he said with an almost amused smile as he himself pulled a t-shirt over his head.

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