blues skies #10: "Thy eternal summer"
Title: Thy eternal summer
Author: fannishliss
Prompt: #10, Shakespeare's XVIII
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters & Pairings: Eight, Rose
Rating & Warnings: G
Word Count: 100
Summary: When he is most alone, someone who loves the Doctor is right there with him.
Prompt #10:
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade…
(Sonnet XVIII by William Shakespeare)
~*?*~
Rassilon mocked him from the viewscreen. They’d manipulated and judged him but he’d always forgiven them. His people, his family.
He heard himself speak. “Everything must come to dust - all things. Everything dies. The Time War ends."
His words echoed strangely, as though someone spoke along with him, someone who believed in him.
There was a button. He must have pushed it. He remembered fragments: burning tears, the agony of regeneration, the Tardis wrecked and wailing, a parched crimson hillside, a sky torn eternally asunder.
Across Time, a goddess, with power to rend and mend, wept for her wounded Doctor.
Author: fannishliss
Prompt: #10, Shakespeare's XVIII
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters & Pairings: Eight, Rose
Rating & Warnings: G
Word Count: 100
Summary: When he is most alone, someone who loves the Doctor is right there with him.
Prompt #10:
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm’d;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimm’d;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade…
(Sonnet XVIII by William Shakespeare)
~*?*~
Rassilon mocked him from the viewscreen. They’d manipulated and judged him but he’d always forgiven them. His people, his family.
He heard himself speak. “Everything must come to dust - all things. Everything dies. The Time War ends."
His words echoed strangely, as though someone spoke along with him, someone who believed in him.
There was a button. He must have pushed it. He remembered fragments: burning tears, the agony of regeneration, the Tardis wrecked and wailing, a parched crimson hillside, a sky torn eternally asunder.
Across Time, a goddess, with power to rend and mend, wept for her wounded Doctor.