for theatrical_muse: Seduction

He is seduced by the stars.

Glimmering, shining.

Up there with all that possibility.

Each one means something.

He lies back against the red grass and imagines it.

Imagines everything that could be there.

Out there.

Worlds of swirling infinity.

Skies that burn.

People made of smoke.

Cities made of song.

His back is against the ground.

He wants his feet to be against the vortex.

Moving.

Running.

Flying infinitely.

He ran from the vortex when he was eight.

Now he imagines it when he dreams.

Universes out there, offering their hand to him.

"Come with me."

Who is he to say no?

Stay here, on this world?

He despises this sterility.

The safety.

Gallifrey is a platonic bedmate who refuses to touch or caress.

Plain and untouched.

Untouchable.

The stars are a rumpled and unpredictable lover.

With a crooked smile and an oversized nose and wild blonde hair.

A little messy.

A little worn.

But he's always preferred a woman who knows what time it is.

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 167

RP for tastefulfashion

Mercury. Not exactly the most entertaining of planets, but certainly one of the most peaceful. With the atmospheric generator setting up a heat and pressure field around where he sat outside the TARDIS, it was actually quite nice.

He had two white wicker chairs and a table set up outside the TARDIS, with a pot of tea and two cups and saucers out.

After all, he had a date arriving.

Well, not really a date.

Just Romana.

Still! No reason not to put a little effort out!