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[November 2] [Doctor Who] A Simple Scene
Title: A Simple Scene
Day/Theme: November 2/ hidden and open subcultures
Series: Doctor Who
Character/Pairing: Tenth Doctor, OFC/OMC
Rating: G
Notes: No spoilers, can also be about any incarnation of the Doctor, I think. Also, I don't know if this is a realistic situation, but I had this image in my brain and had to get it down.
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He doesn’t know what he’s doing in France in 1889, or where he’s going exactly. The TARDIS has just randomly landed here, and he has followed his feet; no specific target in mind, just mingling in with the general crowd. No one, suspiciously, pays any mind to him, and he likes it that way. Sometimes, he likes observing people and creatures without attracting attention to himself.
The day is gloomy, and overcast with black clouds. He feels something in the air, a cold wetness that’s just on the tip of his tongue, tastes the oncoming rain that’s been sweeping parts of the country for days now.
He decides to turn back and return to his ship when he spots her: a Bohemian girl of no more than twenty; her long, dark wavy hair bouncing with each step her shoeless, dirty feet take, her hands gripped tightly around her ratty shawl, not quite doing a good job of covering her half-covered shoulders and bare arms to keep her warm.
He doesn’t know why, but follows her closely down the market square, a strange pull forcing him forward.
After a bit of walking, they come to a brick house situated between an alley, the girl knocking softly at the door, hunched against the cold winds which had fiercely and unexpectedly come.
The door opens after a moment to reveal a young man, tall, and with dark wavy hair. They smile shyly at each other, and the Doctor wants to look away, feeling like an intruder spying on them like this. Their intimacy, however, keeps his eyes glued.
They then lean toward each other, and kiss chastely. It only lasts for a moment, however, because there’s shouting coming from inside the house and the two lovers move away abruptly, the boy quickly looking away into the house and grimacing.
They kiss again (for the last time for the day, the Doctor thinks). This one getting a bit heated, but after a second they both strain to pull away again.
The boy is the first one to let go of the girl and move back inside the house, the Doctor taking his cue and moving back around the corner of the other building, lest the girl sees him.
He feels oddly sad for the two, quite aware that he doesn’t know them or their story, but filling the blanks in his mind nonetheless. The story is obviously not too hard to figure out. It seems like all the other fairy tale stories throughout the ages.
But he knows that life isn’t a fairy tale, no matter how much it might seem like it. Fairy tales are simple, direct, uncomplicated. There’s no gray between good and evil, and it’s always about a boy and a girl. Good always triumphs over evil, and hardly any one dies in a fairytale.
He feels a strong urge to run up to them, and to warn them to not think about getting involved with each other. They’re young, they don’t know what-
-yet, he forces himself away. Back to his lonely ship. The two lovers will leave their mark on this earth, and he will be there to tell their tale.
Day/Theme: November 2/ hidden and open subcultures
Series: Doctor Who
Character/Pairing: Tenth Doctor, OFC/OMC
Rating: G
Notes: No spoilers, can also be about any incarnation of the Doctor, I think. Also, I don't know if this is a realistic situation, but I had this image in my brain and had to get it down.
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He doesn’t know what he’s doing in France in 1889, or where he’s going exactly. The TARDIS has just randomly landed here, and he has followed his feet; no specific target in mind, just mingling in with the general crowd. No one, suspiciously, pays any mind to him, and he likes it that way. Sometimes, he likes observing people and creatures without attracting attention to himself.
The day is gloomy, and overcast with black clouds. He feels something in the air, a cold wetness that’s just on the tip of his tongue, tastes the oncoming rain that’s been sweeping parts of the country for days now.
He decides to turn back and return to his ship when he spots her: a Bohemian girl of no more than twenty; her long, dark wavy hair bouncing with each step her shoeless, dirty feet take, her hands gripped tightly around her ratty shawl, not quite doing a good job of covering her half-covered shoulders and bare arms to keep her warm.
He doesn’t know why, but follows her closely down the market square, a strange pull forcing him forward.
After a bit of walking, they come to a brick house situated between an alley, the girl knocking softly at the door, hunched against the cold winds which had fiercely and unexpectedly come.
The door opens after a moment to reveal a young man, tall, and with dark wavy hair. They smile shyly at each other, and the Doctor wants to look away, feeling like an intruder spying on them like this. Their intimacy, however, keeps his eyes glued.
They then lean toward each other, and kiss chastely. It only lasts for a moment, however, because there’s shouting coming from inside the house and the two lovers move away abruptly, the boy quickly looking away into the house and grimacing.
They kiss again (for the last time for the day, the Doctor thinks). This one getting a bit heated, but after a second they both strain to pull away again.
The boy is the first one to let go of the girl and move back inside the house, the Doctor taking his cue and moving back around the corner of the other building, lest the girl sees him.
He feels oddly sad for the two, quite aware that he doesn’t know them or their story, but filling the blanks in his mind nonetheless. The story is obviously not too hard to figure out. It seems like all the other fairy tale stories throughout the ages.
But he knows that life isn’t a fairy tale, no matter how much it might seem like it. Fairy tales are simple, direct, uncomplicated. There’s no gray between good and evil, and it’s always about a boy and a girl. Good always triumphs over evil, and hardly any one dies in a fairytale.
He feels a strong urge to run up to them, and to warn them to not think about getting involved with each other. They’re young, they don’t know what-
-yet, he forces himself away. Back to his lonely ship. The two lovers will leave their mark on this earth, and he will be there to tell their tale.