[Fandom Muses] December Prompt (Word)
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his_sarah_jane Magic
The stars sparkled around her. It was like magic: a truly breathtaking magic that Sarah Jane had never once bothered to appreciate before. In all her years, in all her travels she couldn’t believe that she had ever seen anything more magical than this. The moon glowed deep amber in the foreground and the trees clung with mildew that glittered in the glow. The owls and bats overhead made a peaceful chorus to the night.
The Doctor was right. Earth could be an adventure all itself. She had been all across those stars in her youth. Yet, this moment and this scenery were more glorious than anything she could ever have imagined or witnessed. And what made it even more perfect was the company she was with.
“Happy anniversary, darling,” a voice whispered into her ear as the man clutched her to his chest. “Thirty-five years. Did you ever think?”
“No,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she rested her head against his chest. His heart beat in quiet rhythm to hers and, like her own breath, his came out in small, cold puffs. A chill had settled upon them but it was disregarded for the serenity of the night.
“Do you like it?”
Sarah smiled. It was exactly what she had wished: an intermission from the ordinary (or not so ordinary) humdrum of their lives. But not once had she ever pictured anyplace like this – only, perhaps, a small hotel within London where they both could easily be contacted by their respective careers if necessary. Being alone in the solitude of the woods, renting this charming cabin for a week, far from the grasp of civilization was so much better. She was with him and him with her. Thirty-five years seemed magical when she looked back on it. It seemed as magical as this place before them now.
“I adore it.”
That was that then. There really wasn’t much need for words anymore. The night provided the music and the tempo as they embraced happily, lovingly. Magic radiated around them, lovely and blissful and forever memorable.
The stars sparkled around her. It was like magic: a truly breathtaking magic that Sarah Jane had never once bothered to appreciate before. In all her years, in all her travels she couldn’t believe that she had ever seen anything more magical than this. The moon glowed deep amber in the foreground and the trees clung with mildew that glittered in the glow. The owls and bats overhead made a peaceful chorus to the night.
The Doctor was right. Earth could be an adventure all itself. She had been all across those stars in her youth. Yet, this moment and this scenery were more glorious than anything she could ever have imagined or witnessed. And what made it even more perfect was the company she was with.
“Happy anniversary, darling,” a voice whispered into her ear as the man clutched her to his chest. “Thirty-five years. Did you ever think?”
“No,” she whispered, closing her eyes as she rested her head against his chest. His heart beat in quiet rhythm to hers and, like her own breath, his came out in small, cold puffs. A chill had settled upon them but it was disregarded for the serenity of the night.
“Do you like it?”
Sarah smiled. It was exactly what she had wished: an intermission from the ordinary (or not so ordinary) humdrum of their lives. But not once had she ever pictured anyplace like this – only, perhaps, a small hotel within London where they both could easily be contacted by their respective careers if necessary. Being alone in the solitude of the woods, renting this charming cabin for a week, far from the grasp of civilization was so much better. She was with him and him with her. Thirty-five years seemed magical when she looked back on it. It seemed as magical as this place before them now.
“I adore it.”
That was that then. There really wasn’t much need for words anymore. The night provided the music and the tempo as they embraced happily, lovingly. Magic radiated around them, lovely and blissful and forever memorable.
