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22 January 2009 @ 07:22 pm
RPF: La Figlia Che Piange  

Title: La Figlia Che Piange
Pairing: Tennant/Piper
Genre: RPF

A/N. Lines and title from T. S. Eliot's poem by the same name (it translates to "The Girl Who Cries"). "O quam te memorem, virgo," means, "O, how should I call you, virgin." I don't know all that many details about Billie's past, so no wank? Just a little drabblet to get me back in the swing of things.
 

 








She turned away, but with the autumn weather

Compelled my imagination many days,

Many days and many hours:

Her hair over her arms and her arms full of flowers.


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“I forget,” he says, his fingers on her wrist, “That you were married.”

 

She just looks at him with those big brown eyes. God, what a girl.
 

“Well, I mean, Bill, you’re so young.”
 

His eyes are on her, watching her fingers comb through her tumble of hair. His mind is drawn inexplicably to the little leather-bound volume in his musty and barely-used apartment. The words come to him as if from a dream. Stand on the highest pavement of the stair, lean on a garden urn – weave, weave the sunlight in your hair.

 

When she smiles, it’s sharp and sad at the edges – just a touch. “I was never really young, David,” she says, and he remembers: she grew up under those hot lights, tight body and glossy teeth and a hungry belly. God, he thinks again, troubled. She should have been a child.
 

“I wore white.” She says it as if from a great distance, but then she catches his eye and grins. The teen sex symbol in lace-edged silk, the big church wedding - oh, how wickedly irreverent. He smiles back, flash of teeth, but thinks, O quam te memorem, virgo?


“You don’t talk about him,” he says, looking at her from under his bangs in that way of his.
 

She sighs, and puts a hand to his cheek. “It was a long time ago,” she says.


 

 
 
 
 
Melissa: b&t: oh those secret games we playmylittlepwny on January 23rd, 2009 06:16 am (UTC)


When she smiles, it’s sharp and sad at the edges – just a touch. “I was never really young, David,” she says, and he remembers: she grew up under those hot lights, tight body and glossy teeth and a hungry belly. God, he thinks again, troubled. She should have been a child.


“I wore white.” She says it as if from a great distance, but then she catches his eye and grins. The teen sex symbol in lace-edged silk, the big church wedding - oh, how wickedly irreverent. He smiles back, flash of teeth, but thinks, O quam te memorem, virgo?

“You don’t talk about him,” he says, looking at her from under his bangs in that way of his.


She sighs, and puts a hand to his cheek. “It was a long time ago,” she says.


So, would it be too ridiculous of me to ask you to never stop writing these two?
Because this is fucking gorgeous and I want to read more like it every day for the rest of my life.
No joke.
♥ bella in wonderland: DW: Donna winsink_cat on January 23rd, 2009 06:26 am (UTC)
YAY. Thanks!

I adore them. They are my disjointed cuddle-bunnies and I could glom them to death. I want to neve stop writing them!

But the Billie/Tennant is so scarce now. It is a depleted resource! Like the rainforest! Sad-face.
victoria: DW · dt&bp. she's on your mindtimeblind on January 23rd, 2009 06:34 am (UTC)
Loooooove! It's so... simple, but it's just so full of them. *_* ♥
sundance201sundance201 on January 23rd, 2009 06:45 am (UTC)
Oh just....lovely. Such a quiet moment between them and just so them. Loved it!!!
Marinajavabreeze on January 23rd, 2009 07:51 am (UTC)
Oh, this was wonderful.
Rachhippiebanana132 on January 23rd, 2009 12:57 pm (UTC)
This was lovely!