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[rude_not_ginger]

Stardusting

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What Happens When a Mun Decides To Use Flavor Text and It Becomes a Plot All on Its Own


Now, it really, really would've been unprofessional for the Doctor to have gotten bored while waiting for Byron. He should've been thinking of all the ways that Byron could've been messing up time, what he could've been doing with Reinette, all those fantastic and wonderful things.

Of course, that would lead to extreme upset and a raging sort of jealousy.

Which, naturally, the Doctor would not have approved of. So, he busied himself with thinking of other things, like how many roundels there were in the console room. To do so, he was, of course, going to have to be comfortable, so he stretched out on the captain's chair.

Counting roundels? Very much like counting sheep.

He might've been snoring just a bit.

Cutely, though.

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[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

Byron smiled a little at her impatience, soaking in the place, the substance of it. He could feel the way it vibrated around the glade, so different than anything he'd ever known.

There was a sense of anticipation that crawled over his skin, making him feel a bit breathless. That wanting, longing, to see what happened next, mixing with the feeling of not wanting this to end. The point where you hovered on the edge, cresting the hill, and you knew that there would be a magnificent fall on the other side, a rush of sensation washing through and over you, but you wanted to hold on to that clenching as you waited for just a moment longer until you couldn't bear it.

He squeezed Rose's hand again as they found a place to stand in the glade.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Oooooh, not too much longer now," the Doctor promised. One of the natives stepped forward, asking where they were involved in the ceremony.

"Oh, uh, we're Dusters," the Doctor said, pulling out his psychic paper and flashing it, "Sorry we're a bit late."

"Bit late..." the native grumbled, handing them all glowing bags, "Five nots 'til it's time."

"That's around a minute," the Doctor murmured to Byron and Rose as the man walked off.

[ibringlife.livejournal.com]

Rose held her bag of crystals carefully in both hands (though, regretfully, it meant letting go of Byron's, she supposed she'd best do that before the Doctor got jealous anyway) as though it were something precious. It reminded her of jars full of fireflies, all the little crystals sort of hovering together, producing a soft glow that made it look as though she were holding a ball of light if she didn't look right at it.

She looked around her at the others gathered around, felt the collective anticipation tingle through the air, and fairly trembled with it, herself.

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

Byron held tight to his bag as well, looking at it with awe. He didn't think they'd get to actually participate in anything. Of course, he hadn't expected to be here at all.

"What are we supposed to do?" he half-whispered to the Doctor.

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The Doctor grinned, "Wait for the bell, then just toss the dust up into the air. The gravitational pull will take the lower density shards and bring them up to the atmosphere."

He placed his hand in the bag and showed them the smooth shards, "They posess no light of their own, but reflect absolutely any possible form of light that hits them."

[ibringlife.livejournal.com]

"That's amazing." Rose blinked with wide eyes at the Doctor's crystals as she looked closer, at how the glow from his crystals was dimmed a little and the illusion was revealed as they shifted in his hand.

"They don't actually glow at all. It's like the moon, isn't it? We see glow, but up close there's not any. But we're so close to these, and they do glow, I see them."

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

Byron looked at them closely, fingers sifting through his carefully watching the glow shift as the light changed depending on where his hand was.

"What are they made of?"

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"Stormsorite crystals," the Doctor said, grinning at Byron, "Mined in the mountains just north of here, I think."

He looked down at the crystals in Rose's hand, they did seem to glow even though there was no light source around her hand. Brighter than the ones Byron and the Doctor were holding, as well. He inwardly reminded himself to mark that down in the book of 'unusual occurances' that he'd began keeping after Rose's contact with the Time Vortex.

[ibringlife.livejournal.com]

"You might as well have just said they're made of starlight. Sounds just as impossible, and prettier, too."

The end of Rose's sentence was drowned out by the ringing of a bell, and she laughed as she poured all the crystals into her hand and flung them into the air, giving a little jump as she did so, as if she could fly away with them. From all around her others were doing the same, though some perhaps in a more subdued fashion, though it was hard to tell as the tiny crystals floated up and stayed even as she expected them to rain back down, like glitter or confetti or something. She was almost a little disappointed that they didn't. Glowing confetti would've been nice.

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

Byron laughed and tossed his up as well, forgetting to care what they were made of as the glittering shards filled the sky. He expected them to fall as well, but they didn't and he laughed again, watching the whole world come alight with them.

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The Doctor did the same, though his eyes were not on the sky at all, but on the world. The dark trees were brought to vibrant purples, each flower its own rainbow of sunlight yellows, greens, brilliant reds and pinks. The world was a technicolor glow, and as the shards hit the light, the subdued dark of the world melted away to the color.

The natives, their skin tone now a shocking blue in the light, began to dance in glee. It was a bicentennial ceremony, so for many of these people it would be the only time they saw the world as it truly was.

[ibringlife.livejournal.com]

For Rose it might be the only time, too, for as often as they talked about coming back to places they seldom actually did. Too many new ones to explore.

She turned about in a circle, staring up at the glittering sky and then around at the suddenly technicolor scenery.

"I'll never forget this. Not ever."

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

Byron seemed to have no words, or at least none that he spoke aloud. His eyes were wide with awe as he circled slowly, looking at the colors, the people, the ravishing beauty of it all. It was another of those moments to imprint, to cling to, and he couldn't be bothered to make comment.

Besides, his smile said more than jaded words every could.

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The boy was smiling. Well, that was a start! He was getting somewhere with him. It wasn't that the Doctor was concerned about him because of what he'd read in Byron's biographies, but...he was a bit concerned about him because of what he'd read in the biographies.

One hand on Byron's shoulder, the other seeked out Rose's hand, and his own grin as he glanced up at the sparkling sky.

[ibringlife.livejournal.com]

Rose took the Doctor's hand and sighed contentedly, this evening having turned out lovely beyond words after all. Byron and the Doctor weren't snarking at each other, the sky was a gorgeous impossibility - like so many aspects of her life these days, it seemed.

"It's perfect," she mused aloud, half to herself, and not just talking about the sky.

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

Byron's smile faded, just a tiny bit, wary of anything that anyone might call perfection, and very aware that this is something the two of them shared, all the time. Every day. He'd been brought along on sufferance, but he'd be dropped off and they'd be gone again. It cut, that sense of lack of place again. Sent away. Left behind.

It wasn't perfect at all.

Some of the beauty dimmed, but he brightened his smile again so it wouldn't show. "It certainly is a one of a kind occasion."

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"Twice in a century," the Doctor corrected, "Never fails to impress, doesn't matter how often you see it."

He glanced around, and pointed at a large, dark purple plant a short distance away that sat curled up like a bud. In an instant, it opened, large and bright with pink petals.

"Snareplants," he said, "They've got a poison in them that brings anyone to unconsiousness nearly immediately, if I remember correctly, but they bloom nicely, don't they?"

[ibringlife.livejournal.com]

"Okay, that's less perfect," Rose admitted, wryly, pouting just a little.

"All the prettiest things are dangerous to touch. Isn't that always the way?"

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

Byron's smile twisted to a bit of a smirk. "Apparently it's not just a rule of Earth, but of the universe."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"Hmm, yes," the Doctor gave a bit of a nod, then looked back up at the sky, "I wonder if they're selling any blooms this year. Might put one in the garden in the TARDIS. Have to get it de-scented...but still, the bloom's unique in the universe."