"When I was -- well, younger," she says (for surely there's not much harm in one short story. Or maybe she's unwisely in love with how nice it feels to tell him things), "you handed me a cup of tea in this, after ... let's just say a very bad day. 'Lemon zinger that actually zings,' you told me. 'Straight from the planet Zing. Impossible not to feel better after that.' And I thought, for the first time, how glad I was to have you." She smiles slightly. "Not You The Getaway Car or You The Gateway To Time And Space, or even You The One Who Saved Me. Just you. My you. A friend to bring me tea."
Bringing the fantastic of their relationship into mundane perspective -- so utterly gorgeous and human and beautiful. All the romance, all the love, in a cup of tea.
I can't believe I still don't have a River icon! I fail at shipping them due to sheer laziness.
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Date: 2011-06-15 01:27 am (UTC)Bringing the fantastic of their relationship into mundane perspective -- so utterly gorgeous and human and beautiful. All the romance, all the love, in a cup of tea.
I can't believe I still don't have a River icon! I fail at shipping them due to sheer laziness.