rec: circumnavigation
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Story: Circumnavigation
Author: SeungSeiRan
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 909
Author's Summary: Sometimes, he yearns for gravity. Rory-centric.
Characters/Pairings: Rory, Amy, mentions of Melody/River and the Eleventh Doctor
Warnings: none
Recced because: This is a lovely, lyrical, heartbreaking piece from Rory's point of view. The language is very stylized and can be a bit hard to follow at times, but it adds up to a really gorgeous fic and is well worth the effort. We don't get to see a lot of the fallout of A Good Man Goes to War in canon, so fic like this helps to fill in the emotional background of Series 6.
Here's an excerpt:
There is a thought that catches on a snag in his head, a minor mad ache if you will. In that thought is a sphere he peers into from one side only, where he sees a red-tiled house, a cat and a dog, a warm rug, a play-pen, a bright kitchen, all four of their coats on a shiny oak hanger by the door, he sees a home. And then that sphere tilts just so, until he can hear the voices, the laughter, the shrieks, the whispers holding secrets steady as cocking a gun into place.
Usually, it ends up falling over his pedestal. He watches it roll away, each side and its dreams shrinking into the great blue dark.
Like the sea.
A Pond.
River.
It should've made sense then.
Story: Circumnavigation
Author: SeungSeiRan
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 909
Author's Summary: Sometimes, he yearns for gravity. Rory-centric.
Characters/Pairings: Rory, Amy, mentions of Melody/River and the Eleventh Doctor
Warnings: none
Recced because: This is a lovely, lyrical, heartbreaking piece from Rory's point of view. The language is very stylized and can be a bit hard to follow at times, but it adds up to a really gorgeous fic and is well worth the effort. We don't get to see a lot of the fallout of A Good Man Goes to War in canon, so fic like this helps to fill in the emotional background of Series 6.
Here's an excerpt:
There is a thought that catches on a snag in his head, a minor mad ache if you will. In that thought is a sphere he peers into from one side only, where he sees a red-tiled house, a cat and a dog, a warm rug, a play-pen, a bright kitchen, all four of their coats on a shiny oak hanger by the door, he sees a home. And then that sphere tilts just so, until he can hear the voices, the laughter, the shrieks, the whispers holding secrets steady as cocking a gun into place.
Usually, it ends up falling over his pedestal. He watches it roll away, each side and its dreams shrinking into the great blue dark.
Like the sea.
A Pond.
River.
It should've made sense then.