❝ In general. I find
them fascinating. ❞
❝ You telling me you’ve never seen a bird before ? ❞
ooc. i must go sleep now. i don’t want to go to work tomorrow tbh. i just want to stay home, curl up in bed, and be sad. /sighs loudly. replies & starters tomorrow, probably.
good night, you beautiful muffins! xxxx
❝ Yeah, that one. ❞
It’s a difficult thing to watch, truly, as the woman before him isn’t
entirely the same as she once had been. Of course, Steve had
had to deal with the same thing and pick up the pieces of him
when Clara wasn’t there for him. The least he can do is try and
be there for her when she needs it.
What pains him most of all is that this is the simplest of ways to
reintroduce baking into her life — he vaguely recalls that being one
of her most frequent hobbies — and it’s not going that smoothly.
By no fault of hers, of course.
He smiles a bit when she fixes her own problem, even though it
had taken a bit of prodding. No doubt his teasing hadn’t helped
much either. Too soon for that, it seems.
❝ Perfectly. Now you just have to wait a minute ‘til
the timer goes down. It’ll beep and then
you can take it out and eat it. ❞
❝ Okay. ❞
It’s often like that now. Either nerves will make her
speak too swiftly or barely at all. A hand rises and she takes
to biting her fingernails as she stares at the spinning porcelain
in the contraption she’s been taught and told is a microwave.
Vaguely familiar, ever still, and yet not quite at all.
This certainly isn’t her kitchen, that’s for sure. Fingers fret
and fumble while waiting, her breath is consciously slow and
controlled. Her posture is stiff and she stands frozen where she
is. At the beep — just like he said — she jumps ever so slightly
and turns to him.
❝ —— Is it done ? ❞
❝ Oh! I will definitely remember
that for the future.
And neither do I, I’m not a birdwatcher.
They’re just new to me, that’s all. ❞
❝ D’you mean the one you just saw is new to you or just in general ? ❞
❝ Jetlagged ?That’s not a term
I’m familiar with.
And it was… it had white, black and grey
feathers, but its body was more of a
reddish-brown. Yellow beak. It was
beautiful, really. ❞
❝ It means I’ve just come back
from traveling. Time’s sort of
lost its meaning for a bit.
I don’t quite know a lot of birds, me.
You some sort of birdwatcher type
then, yeah ? ❞
❝ No, you definitely didn’t break it. Here,
come on, just press this button instead. ❞
❝ This one —— ? ❞
Tentative. Almost shy, even.
My, oh my. Oh, Clara Oswald
— what has happened to you ?
She pushes the button; the mug inside starts spinning.
❝ —— Did I do it right ? ❞
Jenna Coleman as Clara Oswald in Robot of Sherwood (x)
’ you sure you want to join in? i mean, we’re doing it right under umbridge’s nose, she might throw quite a fit the moment she finds out. if she finds out. really, it’s got to be your own choice. ’ the gryffindor speaks from above the list, the pencil frozen on the first letter of her name.
❝ 'Course I am. Would I be here if I wasn’t ?
And isn’t that sort of the point ? That’s Clara with a C,
by the way. I could do it, if you like. ❞