The Secret Box

Photo 8 Jun 26,017 notes

moriarteapot:

glasses-are-cool:

lord-kitschener:

hurryupmerlin:

I ship it.

You can just feel the subtext.

I’m just going to sit back and wait for the fic

The camera stared unfalteringly ahead, trying to focus on scrutinising the narrow corridor, staring down the hat stand and tall blue box in the corner, even giving a spider the once-over. But it was becoming increasing more difficult to do - she could feel the weight of his gaze upon her. Finally, she could stand it no longer.
“What?” she asked impassively.
There was no reply. The silence continued to build awkwardly between them.
“What?” she asked again.
“You know what,” he sighed, “you know if you could just let me expl…”
He was cut off as she swivelled sharply, tilting herself down slightly to ensure they were looking at each other lens to lens.
“Look, there is absolutely nothing to explain, I found the glass polish and I know neither you nor I brought it, therefore there is only one possible explanation, so just stop filming me and shut up. If you need to bother someone, go bother her, whoever she is, but please just LEAVE ME ALONE.”
Seething, she proceeded to whip herself round to face front, not even noticing the oddly dressed man and ginger woman sprint down the corridor. Instead she concentrated on trying to stop her glass from cracking round the edges in her rage.
“It was for you.”
The quiescent voice spoke softly, bringing her out of her reverie. She slowly turned around until she was facing him again.
“What did you say?”
“I said I got it for you,” he replied, “it is the twentieth anniversary of us being installed together.”
“Y-y-you got it for me?” she replied, her lens unfocusing slightly.
“Of course I did sweetie, you know you’re the only one for me!” he proclaimed earnestly.
Camera and camera continued to watch each other fondly, taking in each other’s euphonious hum. From outside, there was the susurrus of the trees, and the distant sound of shouts and light footfalls heading in their direction.
But in that moment, neither of them cared.

Beautiful, but just pointing out…my name is on that window..dam(I know it’s spelled wrong)

glasses-are-cool:

lord-kitschener:

hurryupmerlin:

I ship it.

You can just feel the subtext.

I’m just going to sit back and wait for the fic

The camera stared unfalteringly ahead, trying to focus on scrutinising the narrow corridor, staring down the hat stand and tall blue box in the corner, even giving a spider the once-over. But it was becoming increasing more difficult to do - she could feel the weight of his gaze upon her. Finally, she could stand it no longer.

“What?” she asked impassively.

There was no reply. The silence continued to build awkwardly between them.

“What?” she asked again.

“You know what,” he sighed, “you know if you could just let me expl…”

He was cut off as she swivelled sharply, tilting herself down slightly to ensure they were looking at each other lens to lens.

“Look, there is absolutely nothing to explain, I found the glass polish and I know neither you nor I brought it, therefore there is only one possible explanation, so just stop filming me and shut up. If you need to bother someone, go bother her, whoever she is, but please just LEAVE ME ALONE.”

Seething, she proceeded to whip herself round to face front, not even noticing the oddly dressed man and ginger woman sprint down the corridor. Instead she concentrated on trying to stop her glass from cracking round the edges in her rage.

“It was for you.”

The quiescent voice spoke softly, bringing her out of her reverie. She slowly turned around until she was facing him again.

“What did you say?”

“I said I got it for you,” he replied, “it is the twentieth anniversary of us being installed together.”

“Y-y-you got it for me?” she replied, her lens unfocusing slightly.

“Of course I did sweetie, you know you’re the only one for me!” he proclaimed earnestly.

Camera and camera continued to watch each other fondly, taking in each other’s euphonious hum. From outside, there was the susurrus of the trees, and the distant sound of shouts and light footfalls heading in their direction.

But in that moment, neither of them cared.