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Been awhile since my last post, but I've been out of town. Apologies for typos and lack of sense; I think I'm a bit concussed right now.
Title: Snow
Author: Dagnir_fic (DagniroVanaliel)
Prompt: #067 Snow
Claim: Five/Ten
My table is HERE
Rating: PG
Pairing: Five/Ten
Disclaimer: As far as I know, I don't own Doctor Who.
NO SPOILERS, though a bit of a stretch for canon
They walk through the snow, hand in hand. It's winter on Gallifrey.
In his timeline, this would be impossible. For him, this place is...
But this isn't his timeline. It belongs to his companion, the man he
was five lifetimes ago. Loopholes, maybe a paradox or two, but he could really care less. He's here, and that's what matters.
He's cold. Strange; even in winter on the mountains, Gallifrey is never this cold. The other seems to notice his shivering and wraps his beige coat around his older self's shoulders.
"Everything's dead," he says, his voice dark and resigned. "There--there's no life. Everyone died."
The younger doesn't ask for the meaning of his words. All he does is pull him closer.
"No," he says, dropping to his knees in the bright snow. Warily, the ohter joins him.
"This mountain is forever. This snow."
He shakes his head. "You're wrong. Snow melts. Suns die. Planets--" his voice catches. "Planets burn."
"That may be. From the linear point of view. From your point of view." He scoops up a handful of white powder and lets it pass between their fingrs. "From my view, it's real."
He pushes brown hair out of the other's eyes.
"I shouldn't--" he begins, before the blond shoves him on his back in the snow. He makes a gargled noise.
"You can," the other says, and kisses him.
In the snow, on Gallifrey, beneath the twin suns.
He wonders if it's all a dream.
Title: Snow
Author: Dagnir_fic (DagniroVanaliel)
Prompt: #067 Snow
Claim: Five/Ten
My table is HERE
Rating: PG
Pairing: Five/Ten
Disclaimer: As far as I know, I don't own Doctor Who.
NO SPOILERS, though a bit of a stretch for canon
They walk through the snow, hand in hand. It's winter on Gallifrey.
In his timeline, this would be impossible. For him, this place is...
But this isn't his timeline. It belongs to his companion, the man he
was five lifetimes ago. Loopholes, maybe a paradox or two, but he could really care less. He's here, and that's what matters.
He's cold. Strange; even in winter on the mountains, Gallifrey is never this cold. The other seems to notice his shivering and wraps his beige coat around his older self's shoulders.
"Everything's dead," he says, his voice dark and resigned. "There--there's no life. Everyone died."
The younger doesn't ask for the meaning of his words. All he does is pull him closer.
"No," he says, dropping to his knees in the bright snow. Warily, the ohter joins him.
"This mountain is forever. This snow."
He shakes his head. "You're wrong. Snow melts. Suns die. Planets--" his voice catches. "Planets burn."
"That may be. From the linear point of view. From your point of view." He scoops up a handful of white powder and lets it pass between their fingrs. "From my view, it's real."
He pushes brown hair out of the other's eyes.
"I shouldn't--" he begins, before the blond shoves him on his back in the snow. He makes a gargled noise.
"You can," the other says, and kisses him.
In the snow, on Gallifrey, beneath the twin suns.
He wonders if it's all a dream.