For creative_muses: July Prompt 5: What does your home say about you?
Those who don’t blink, those who linger long enough to venture inside, find the truth.
He knows the expression well, having seen it on so many different faces over the decades and centuries of his travels. First comes the look of complete shock, the moment he leads them through the small, wooden doors and they lay eyes on the enormous interior of the main console room. They become motionless, eyes wide, staring up and about the room as if it’s the most incredible thing they’ve ever seen, and at that point, it probably is. They haven’t been on a journey through time yet; they don’t know just how far his ship can really take them. Only he knows, and he’s impatient to show them.
The second expression is the amusing look of disbelief coupled with a quick step back outside and a brisk, worried walk around the ship's exterior. It’s bigger on the inside, they almost always note, his small, blue phone box really is a spaceship. They don’t know how much more it is than that yet, to them it’s still purely a rather interesting enigma. Amazing, yes, impossible, yes, but still nothing more than a peculiar mystery they’ve suddenly stumbled on, nothing more than a puzzle.
He always seems to meet these people, people clever enough to actually notice his “unremarkable blue box”, in the middle of something tremendous. When they first see him, he’s just another face in the middle of everything, just another person in a crowd. He’s nothing significant till he takes their hand and tells them to run with him, and if they’re clever, they come. He’s just a man, they think, someone scared and running like them, but with the same nagging curiosity and excitement they’re sure they shouldn’t be feeling in a crisis, and they run with him, hoping he’ll want to figure it all out too. He looks so normal and at that point, to them, he is. They don’t know him yet, and he likes it that way.
Eventually though, they find out. He may look normal, he may have taken their hand and told them to run, he may be wearing an average, everyday pinstripe suit, but he’s not at all what they thought he was. He isn’t like them, no matter who they are, he’s not human, he’s not Martian, he’s not anything else they might be able to imagine, he’s just him. A Time Lord, an alien, a wanderer. He’s seen things they can’t even begin to imagine, and suddenly, he’s inviting them to see it too. It’s not the sights that attract them most of the time, it’s him. Him and his mystery. A man with no name.
Every now and then, someone will walk down a busy street and feel a heavy breeze hit them from one side. They’ll look around, and out of the corner of their eye, notice something disappearing in the distance. Sometimes they’ll only catch the end, a faint glimpse of a vanishing blue shape in the shadows. Sometimes they’ll catch more, and stand around for a moment, wondering before shrugging it off and walking away. Then sometimes, on those odd, rare occasions, they’ll spot a man walking, hands in his pockets, towards a small, blue phone box in an alleyway, pulling out an ordinary Yale lock key and stepping inside. They never suspect it’s anything more than it seems, they don’t know that he’s going home. To them, it’s just a man and a box, both tall, both often in blue, and both completely insignificant to the world around them. Then it vanishes before their eyes, with a breeze it disappears, and suddenly they know. Both the man and his box are more than they seem, and suddenly the person is forced to rethink themselves.
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 741
He knows the expression well, having seen it on so many different faces over the decades and centuries of his travels. First comes the look of complete shock, the moment he leads them through the small, wooden doors and they lay eyes on the enormous interior of the main console room. They become motionless, eyes wide, staring up and about the room as if it’s the most incredible thing they’ve ever seen, and at that point, it probably is. They haven’t been on a journey through time yet; they don’t know just how far his ship can really take them. Only he knows, and he’s impatient to show them.
The second expression is the amusing look of disbelief coupled with a quick step back outside and a brisk, worried walk around the ship's exterior. It’s bigger on the inside, they almost always note, his small, blue phone box really is a spaceship. They don’t know how much more it is than that yet, to them it’s still purely a rather interesting enigma. Amazing, yes, impossible, yes, but still nothing more than a peculiar mystery they’ve suddenly stumbled on, nothing more than a puzzle.
He always seems to meet these people, people clever enough to actually notice his “unremarkable blue box”, in the middle of something tremendous. When they first see him, he’s just another face in the middle of everything, just another person in a crowd. He’s nothing significant till he takes their hand and tells them to run with him, and if they’re clever, they come. He’s just a man, they think, someone scared and running like them, but with the same nagging curiosity and excitement they’re sure they shouldn’t be feeling in a crisis, and they run with him, hoping he’ll want to figure it all out too. He looks so normal and at that point, to them, he is. They don’t know him yet, and he likes it that way.
Eventually though, they find out. He may look normal, he may have taken their hand and told them to run, he may be wearing an average, everyday pinstripe suit, but he’s not at all what they thought he was. He isn’t like them, no matter who they are, he’s not human, he’s not Martian, he’s not anything else they might be able to imagine, he’s just him. A Time Lord, an alien, a wanderer. He’s seen things they can’t even begin to imagine, and suddenly, he’s inviting them to see it too. It’s not the sights that attract them most of the time, it’s him. Him and his mystery. A man with no name.
Every now and then, someone will walk down a busy street and feel a heavy breeze hit them from one side. They’ll look around, and out of the corner of their eye, notice something disappearing in the distance. Sometimes they’ll only catch the end, a faint glimpse of a vanishing blue shape in the shadows. Sometimes they’ll catch more, and stand around for a moment, wondering before shrugging it off and walking away. Then sometimes, on those odd, rare occasions, they’ll spot a man walking, hands in his pockets, towards a small, blue phone box in an alleyway, pulling out an ordinary Yale lock key and stepping inside. They never suspect it’s anything more than it seems, they don’t know that he’s going home. To them, it’s just a man and a box, both tall, both often in blue, and both completely insignificant to the world around them. Then it vanishes before their eyes, with a breeze it disappears, and suddenly they know. Both the man and his box are more than they seem, and suddenly the person is forced to rethink themselves.
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 741