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He's waiting for you.
One foot's inside that impossible blue box, and the other is planted firmly on planet Earth, but the way he's grinning you're pretty sure he's already gone. Words are pouring out of his mouth, something about planets you've never seen, worlds you've never encountered. The skies burning, the seas asleep, and dreaming rivers and for all you know he's making it up, but from the way he's saying it, you're pretty sure he's not.
He asks you if you've ever seen a life like that. Naturally, you say no. Or maybe you paste on a bit of a sarcastic statement about Bristol or something, it doesn't matter. He knows you've never set foot off of this stupid rock you've been on since you were born, and your dreams are the only place you've ever seen anything even resembling the worlds he's describing.
He smiles. Shifts from foot to foot. Scratches the back of his head. It's an almost awkward moment, and you can see from the lines in his face he's embarrassed over how awkward it is. It reminds you of a first date, or the first time you admitted to someone that they were your best friend. Awkward, but far from a bad way. More in an anticipating way. You want to move onward, but you don't want to mess the moment up.
"You could always come with me," he says. He glances up at you, then, smiles. For the first time since you've met him, you realize he's not the thirty-something he looks like, he looks older, and this question is far from the first time he's asked it. There's something there, though, underneath his eyes. A sense of pleading, like he needs you. Needs someone, maybe you're just filling an empty pair of shoes.
But those shoes are in a ship that can take you anywhere, any era, any galaxy, any time. And just from how you two have interacted over your little adventure, there's no doubt that he's flexible enough to make the shoes fit.
You realize you've been standing there for a moment, not replying, because he pipes up with, "You could stay here, if you want. Go back to work, have a few plates of chips. S'a life, far from a bad one. I've always wanted a normal life." He pauses, and a rather naughty little grin appears on his face, "But then again, where would be the fun in that, eh?"
He takes another step in, pushes open the other door. "Whaddya say?"
He's waiting for you.
What're you going to reply?
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 433
One foot's inside that impossible blue box, and the other is planted firmly on planet Earth, but the way he's grinning you're pretty sure he's already gone. Words are pouring out of his mouth, something about planets you've never seen, worlds you've never encountered. The skies burning, the seas asleep, and dreaming rivers and for all you know he's making it up, but from the way he's saying it, you're pretty sure he's not.
He asks you if you've ever seen a life like that. Naturally, you say no. Or maybe you paste on a bit of a sarcastic statement about Bristol or something, it doesn't matter. He knows you've never set foot off of this stupid rock you've been on since you were born, and your dreams are the only place you've ever seen anything even resembling the worlds he's describing.
He smiles. Shifts from foot to foot. Scratches the back of his head. It's an almost awkward moment, and you can see from the lines in his face he's embarrassed over how awkward it is. It reminds you of a first date, or the first time you admitted to someone that they were your best friend. Awkward, but far from a bad way. More in an anticipating way. You want to move onward, but you don't want to mess the moment up.
"You could always come with me," he says. He glances up at you, then, smiles. For the first time since you've met him, you realize he's not the thirty-something he looks like, he looks older, and this question is far from the first time he's asked it. There's something there, though, underneath his eyes. A sense of pleading, like he needs you. Needs someone, maybe you're just filling an empty pair of shoes.
But those shoes are in a ship that can take you anywhere, any era, any galaxy, any time. And just from how you two have interacted over your little adventure, there's no doubt that he's flexible enough to make the shoes fit.
You realize you've been standing there for a moment, not replying, because he pipes up with, "You could stay here, if you want. Go back to work, have a few plates of chips. S'a life, far from a bad one. I've always wanted a normal life." He pauses, and a rather naughty little grin appears on his face, "But then again, where would be the fun in that, eh?"
He takes another step in, pushes open the other door. "Whaddya say?"
He's waiting for you.
What're you going to reply?
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 433
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1. Fuck no, alien scum!
2. Nah, man. 's cool, but, it's not me, yeah?
3. I want to see what's out there.
4. No, thanks. Got my own world to save.
5. Oh thank god. Did you know this timeline has no football?! No wonder they invented bloody iCyber!
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