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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 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.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

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."

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

"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."