an echo of the promise we made (G, 12/Missy, 13/Missy)

Title: an echo of the promise we made

Series: Doctor Who
Character/Pairing: Twelve/Missy, Thirteen/Missy
Genre: Romance, fluff, mild angst
Rating: G
Wordcount: 1709
Dedication: For zabbers and AceMcshane
Summary:

They've made so many promises to each other other the years. It's time to make one final vow.

or,

As children they promised to marry. Millennia later, in the Vault, they finally do so.

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She's playing a Gallifreyan wedding song when he enters the vault sometime in the nineties. It's meant for four hands, but she does a remarkable job of condensing it for two, the melody and rhythm reduced down to their essential parts and free of the usual trademark flourishes of Gallifreyan music. The result is pleasing, and the Doctor finds it more enjoyable than the march played at his own wedding millennia ago, his steps lightening as he makes his way to the centre of the Vault.

"What's the occasion?" he asks, setting the tea tray down on the table nearest the piano and beginning to empty out his pockets. There's a couple of novels today, a half finished piece of crochet and a still warm soft boiled egg.

"Our marriage, silly." There's a purposeful flourish, a flick of the wrist to ruin his enjoyment of her playing.

The Doctor turns to face her, the tail end of the crochet still leading to the ball of wool in his pocket. "We're not married." It comes out cold and stern, something that seems to come easily to this body. He doesn't mean to sound so harsh, but he's surprised at her claim.

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