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May 2nd, 2010

loveslashangst: (aren't I naughty?)
Sunday, May 2nd, 2010 11:23 pm
Story: Avremo Sempre Venezia
Author: the determined-to-find-better-and-brighter [livejournal.com profile] loveslashangst
Beta: the freshly-birthdayed [livejournal.com profile] ophymirage
Characters: Rose Tyler, Tenth Doctor, Giacomo Casanova, and the gentleman behind Door #3.
Rated: Is there a category past NC-17? Naughty, naughty, NAUGHTY fun...
Disclaimer: Russell T Davies WISHES he'd thought of this plot.
Spoilers: Set sometime in Season 2 (Tennant!Season 1), but in the Dancing Lessons AU. Post DL Epilogue.
Summary: All they wanted to do was to find Jack...

Okay, so here's the dealio...

We’re back. It’s been too long since I left this foursome in coitus interruptus. Hadn’t planned on taking such a long sabbatical from this, but Things Happen. And after a polite poke from [livejournal.com profile] werefox61, I went back with O, re-read this, and really really loved it. It does need to be finished, and I need to figure out what to do with this OT3.

To complicate matters further, Eleven is a delightful chap. As I predicted, he’s a perfect balance of Nine’s intensity-with-a-side-of-lunacy and Ten’s loquacious-constant-motion-enthusiasm. And as if that weren’t enough to distract me from the OT3!ZOMG! that is Faithful, the bastard went and got himself a barely-legal ginger [O sez: SMART] Scot for a companion, so the temptation to jump into THAT world is really strong too.

*resists* Must... finish... half-done... projects. [O sez: Don’t believe her for a minute, she’s already talking Eleven/TARDIS/Amy.]

So here it is. So much fun that IRL the Husband came up with a new word: four-gy.

GRIN!

On with the show...

Love, in this summer night, do you recall
Midnight, and Venice, and those skies of June
Thick-sown with stars, when from the still lagoon
We glided noiseless through the dim canal?
A sense of some belated festival
Hung round us, and our own hearts beat in tune
With passionate memories that the young moon
Lit up on dome and tower and palace wall.
We dreamed what ghosts of vanished loves made part
Of that sweet light and trembling, amorous air.
I felt in those rich beams that kissed your hair,
Those breezes, warm with bygone lovers' sighs-
All the dead beauty of Venice in your eyes,
All the old loves of Venice in my heart.”


--“Night in Venice”, John Hay

Chapter 4: Brocade )

Crossposted to: [livejournal.com profile] time_and_chips, [livejournal.com profile] better_with_3, [livejournal.com profile] betterwiththree
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