Una mas
Doctor Who, Rose, rain with her teardrops
She remembers a time when her tears were born of the most beautiful pain anyone could feel, when the pure light of Eternity dried them as they fell. These new tears are more natural and much more difficult to bear, hidden among the sheeting rain but staining her cheeks and her heart. She has been left alone, and neither her beloved Doctor nor Time can stop this flood.
I am SO obsessed with this fic-a-thon. It's tons of fun. I like the three-sentence thing, the idea of packing a whole story into a few short lines, and I love the broad scope of the whole thing. Any and every fandom is welcome, and people have been coming up with some truly inspiring prompts, as well as some brilliant responses.
She remembers a time when her tears were born of the most beautiful pain anyone could feel, when the pure light of Eternity dried them as they fell. These new tears are more natural and much more difficult to bear, hidden among the sheeting rain but staining her cheeks and her heart. She has been left alone, and neither her beloved Doctor nor Time can stop this flood.
I am SO obsessed with this fic-a-thon. It's tons of fun. I like the three-sentence thing, the idea of packing a whole story into a few short lines, and I love the broad scope of the whole thing. Any and every fandom is welcome, and people have been coming up with some truly inspiring prompts, as well as some brilliant responses.