A/N: just a little prompt I had in mind and couldn't settle until I wrote it down.
"Do you want to come for tea at mine?"
The kettle was loud.
Too loud.
But never as loud as the silence growing between the two women, sitting quietly by the wooden table over the human's place, waiting for something to happen. For anything to happen.
An alien invasion. A rupture in time and space.
The universe carried on moving and seemed to forget them behind.
Silence between two people meant either awkwardness or a sense of intimacy, of comfort, that two souls would kill for to achieve.
Were they this? Were they that? Would they ever know?
They were sharing a drink they call loneliness, but it was better than drinking alone.
The place of cups above the table was loud.
Too loud.
But never as loud as the glances and looks the brunette and the blond woman were sharing, serving themselves tea and allowing the heat of the mugs to warm their hands. Hoping that the tea and crumpets would fulfill them with some ain existence and allow them to carry on alongside the universe.
"Where's your family?"
"Work. School. Out."
A nod and lips displayed in a flat line. Opposite sides of the table and they were studying every little trait the other's face was composed of. Trying to extract the poetry that each of their souls were made.
Who had written their poetry? Could the lyrics of their meaningless existence mix into one?
People assume that just because you're not alone, you can't be lonely. Like most assumptions, it's erroneous.
The clock on the wall was loud.
Too loud.
But never as loud as the tick tock of the memories echoing in their minds of who they once were and how they came to be what they now were. Of everything they had ever lost and how those loses shaped the flaws and insecurities of whom they became.
"Where's your family?"
"Other words and galaxies. Gone from those words and galaxies. Gone from their lives. Gone from my life."
If her words had any purpose, they intensified the tension in the air. They allured their glares down to their own hands so they wouldn't see the specs of sorrow and loneliness escaping the windows of their souls.
A loneliness that accompanied them ever since they came into existence.
Was anybody ever not truly alone? Would they ever learn how to defeat their loneliness?
We are all born alone and we all die alone. Loneliness is part of the journey of life.
Their anxious breaths were loud.
Too loud.
But never as loud as the yearning for companion, the yearning not to be alone for just one second in the infinitive timeline of the universe. The yearning to call somebody mine and calling themselves yours. The yearning to love and to be loved, to feel butterflies in their stomachs simply by knowing that they belonged.
"I'm trying to find a new family."
"I can be your new family."
Sparkles in the eyes and a shy smile in the corner of the lips. Their gazes hesitant to find their ways to the other's, but when they did, they found the other already glaring at them. Making silent promises that she wouldn't leave her alone, she wouldn't leave her behind. Silent promises that a blue box parked somewhere out there wouldn't leave without the both of them. Together.
Could that mean the moment their souls would finally be complete?
The eternal quest of the individual being is to shatter their loneliness.
Their heartbeats were loud.
Too loud.
But never as loud as their desire for the stars; not the stars decorating the skies and the universe, but the constellations that composed their essence. The cosmic that had reigned their lives ever since the start and built their path to one another.
"Would you? Be my new family?"
"Yes. Yes, I would."
Her hand was placed above the other's, and cheeks blushed. Chills were sent down their spines, a tingle of anticipation ran through their bodies. Their pulses beating hardly against their skin, trying to break free, trying to reach for the other. A moment of unknown courage, of unfamiliar bravery and fingers were interlaced.
What were they afraid of?
Pray that your loneliness may spur you into finding something to live for, great enough to die for.
Their souls were quiet.
Too quiet.
But never as quiet as the feeling of happiness of finally fitting in. The ease of finding a home with somebody else, of building a home with someone you truly belonged to.
"You promise?"
"I promise."
A/N: any feedback here or on twitter is much appreciated :)