[London/The Time Vortex/???]
Jun. 15th, 2014 09:28 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thelasttimelordSo, where're we going to go first?
He'd said, hand warm in his, as he pointed into the ash-filled starry night sky.
Before he'd slipped inside in the storm of her goodbyes. Mickey and Jackie. Fingers flying across the Tardis console, setting into place where and when, like there wasn't still a chance the door would open and she'd change her mind. Now. In a minute. An hour. A Day. Tomorrow. The end of this next promised trip. All completely reasonable possibilities.
Completely reasonable, expectable, acceptable, reactions to what had happened. It was a big thing. A great thing. A fantastic thing. A scary thing. An unprepared for one on all their parts. Rose Tyler. The girl who swallowed The Time Vortex to save The Last of the Timelords, who 'died,' only in the smallest part, to save her from that, too. Died. Changed. Stopped, while never stopping. Saved them both. Again.
Still didn't quite know who he was. Might be. Could be. Would choose to be. For where, and whom, and when, and why.
Making his eyes keep lifting toward the closed doors of Tardis, before returning to the console.
Er, that way. No, hold on. That way.
He'd said, hand warm in his, as he pointed into the ash-filled starry night sky.
Before he'd slipped inside in the storm of her goodbyes. Mickey and Jackie. Fingers flying across the Tardis console, setting into place where and when, like there wasn't still a chance the door would open and she'd change her mind. Now. In a minute. An hour. A Day. Tomorrow. The end of this next promised trip. All completely reasonable possibilities.
Completely reasonable, expectable, acceptable, reactions to what had happened. It was a big thing. A great thing. A fantastic thing. A scary thing. An unprepared for one on all their parts. Rose Tyler. The girl who swallowed The Time Vortex to save The Last of the Timelords, who 'died,' only in the smallest part, to save her from that, too. Died. Changed. Stopped, while never stopping. Saved them both. Again.
Still didn't quite know who he was. Might be. Could be. Would choose to be. For where, and whom, and when, and why.
Making his eyes keep lifting toward the closed doors of Tardis, before returning to the console.
