PSL: Eleven and Jack on Arcadia

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Arcadia: not a planet, but a habitable moon circling a gas giant of roiling purple and silver clouds. One of the most beautiful places in all of reality; a well-kept secret, so well-kept that most societies thought it nothing more than a legend

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Jack could believe it. There weren't many people he was closer to than the man sitting across from him, for better or for worse. It showed. It bled through all their interactions and showed in the fact that they could have entire conversations with only their eyes. He didn't have that with many people, and he'd never kept it longer with anyone else. "Same as ever." Eternally. So much said in those three words and the heavy, bittersweet look that accompanied it, a sharp counterpoint to his bright smile.

A moment of silence that wasn't heavy as much as it was simply eternally there, the undercurrent to everything Jack said and did. The mark of a man so full of life and yet completely outside the flow of everything that lived. "Nagmeh," Jack said finally, still staring at the Doctor. "Why don't you go to the spa?" He turned finally and offered her a smile and a kiss. "I'll meet up with you later."

She looked like she didn't want to go, but Jack kissed her again and her expression changed. Her species became quite intoxicated very easily, and Jack was a particularly potent drug. She slid over Jack's lap to get out of the booth, much slower than she probably had to, and then smiled at the Doctor once she was standing. "I hope we will meet again soon."