Is Your Love Strong Enough? Part 6 - The Final Scratch

[cityship]

Such a strange occurrence needed, finally a conclusion. Thanks for the Time Lord's trinket gift, there was suddenly an old, fearsome creature made of gears, it's old features squeaking (although not as bad as before, since a certain someone had given him a good oil job). Analog,the fearsome creature known by some as a the crankiest Time Dragon, walked in the city to find out o where Eleven was. She could smell him even in here, you see (wow that's creepy). Flanked by her three handmaidens, the women giggling like schoolgirls at everything, memorized at the ship. The city could hold her well, for all her large size.

First step - Find the Doctor, ask him what he wants. Step two - Do that. Step three - Get out of here.

She still was a Time Dragon, after all. Proud....and cranky. These boring old puny humanoids were nothing as the greatness of HERSELF so the sooner they were our of her mind, the better.

[OOC - Done! Go for it.]

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[newyorkbynight.livejournal.com]

Normality is overrated.

She firmly believed that, but she'd never believed it more than she did in the moment when he finally put into words what he'd wanted to say for a long time. She wanted nothing more than to throw her arms around him and kiss him again, taken surprise by the intensity of her happiness. She'd known all of this, at least on some level. It was still made her heart race.

I love you, too.

And she did. Enough to give up normality, enough to choose the night over the day and enough to know that, when the time was right, she'd say yes.

That was the admission that the goddess had been waiting for. In the end, the spell ended just as suddenly and smoothly as it had started.

[not_the_philistine]

It was one thing to believe that his beloved loved him in return, and it was another thing entirely to hear her say so - and to feel it as well.

The moment of happiness Goliath felt at Elisa's confession was cut short as a sudden, brief absence of presence - absence of ANYTHING - overtook him. Being without body entirely was a chill and empty sensation.

Then he felt his own heart beating again, and opened his eyes, sitting up as quickly as he could to make sure everything was back in its proper order. There were his hands, with the claws he had come to miss so much, clenching and unclenching at his command, as they should. He could feel his wings again, to his great relief. He stood, glad to stand at his own height again, to feel his own familiar strength.

Returning to his sleeping body had left him with a brief blankness of feeling, but that blankness was short-lived. A smile spread across his face as he turned to Elisa again, a great warmth building deep inside him as he reached for her to pull her into his arms.

He had declared his love and his intentions, and she had reciprocated. Now that they were again autonomous and in their proper forms, the only thing still wrong with this scenario was that she was not in his embrace yet.

[newyorkbynight.livejournal.com]

Although Elisa was glad to have her body to herself again, she didn't rejoice until she was certain that Goliath's soul had made it back to his body. She watched, frowning slightly, as he flexed his claws, then smiled in relief when he finally turned to her. That was definitely his smile.

“Welcome back, big guy,” she said, stepping into his arms and noting just how much she'd missed being able to do something so simple.

[not_the_philistine]

He drew her in close, burying one set of talons in her hair.

"It's good to be back."

It was good to enjoy, so acutely, the simple rightness of being in his own body. It was better to enjoy that with Elisa nearby, knowing that she was as relieved as he was. He lingered on his satisfaction at being able to hold her again, at knowing that anything that wanted to harm her would have to face him first.

He didn't linger long. He hadn't forgotten her parting desire to kiss him, and he would be all too glad to return the favor. Kissing was a human custom, not a gargoyle one, but Goliath was prepared to become accustomed to it.

"Our fellow inflicted deserve some privacy." He tucked her hair behind her ear, letting the edges of his claws graze her skin gently. "Let's go home."

[newyorkbynight.livejournal.com]

She nodded, leaning into his touch. They’d been closer than they’d ever been over the last few days, but there had been no physical closeness. She’d missed that as well.

“Good idea,” she agreed, though she lingered for a moment longer. She remembered her desire to kiss him and felt it just as strongly as before, eager to celebrate their return to normal and the fact that she had finally admitted her feelings. But public displays of affection weren’t really her thing. They deserved privacy as much as the others did.

Impulsively, she jumped up, arms around his neck, to give him a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth. Then she took his hand to head back to the castle.

[not_the_philistine]

The kiss caught him by surprise, and he froze briefly, a smile spreading across his face.

Unlike the last time she'd surprised him this way, he wasn't moments from turning to stone, and the effect of the kiss on him was mostly to make him want to give her one in return now that he could. But the kiss was all the more significant because Goliath knew, better now than he had before, that public displays of affection were not Elisa's thing. And as much as everyone around them was engaged in their own matters, this was still a public venue.

They had a whole castle to themselves (mostly to themselves) where he could tell her just how much he was looking forward to getting used to this human custom. He squeezed her hand gently, still smiling as he walked with his beloved back to the home they shared.