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Jul 02, 2008 06:24

On the not exactly far and really quite fathomable reaches of London, there was a Doctor, one of the many that were cropping up, sitting in a chair that was laid out on a lawn owned by someone he most likely didn't know and most likely didn't care about. His hands were moving restlessly over the sketchbook in his hand, flowing wide in large, harsh ( Read more... )

[a] ace mcshane (alt 1), [a] anna walsh (au oc)

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archaic_way July 1 2008, 22:26:37 UTC

Anna had come out of her TARDIS to get some sun, just in time to catch a string of sworn oaths from a passing car. The only thing that drew her attention was a man in a lawn chair next to a pile of wadded paper; one of the crumpled balls was skittering off across the grass in the light breeze. She jogged over to pick it up before it could fully escape and went to return it.

"Those are beautiful," she remarked, looking down at the man's sketchbook.

perfect_shoes July 1 2008, 22:34:08 UTC

The Doctor started in surprise, not having expected anyone to come bother the stoic, silent man who was antagonising the passer-by. His pen veered off its intended course, marring the picture of old decrepit buildings that were making their impression onto the page.

He looked up irritably, and snatched the paper from her grasp. "Thank you." he said, shortly, before ripping out the ruined drawing and beginning a new one.

She, of course, had no idea what she was looking at, no idea what the pictures meant and what they were of. To him, there were anything but beautiful, they were memories, and horrifying ones at that.

archaic_way July 2 2008, 01:02:56 UTC

She flinched and grimaced as he tossed both wads of paper away. She hadn't meant to surprise him, or make him mess up, but it had still been a nice drawing... he hadn't had to throw it away. Now she wished she had taken a look at the one she'd rescued.

"I'm sorry," she apologized contritely. "I didn't mean to startle you."

perfect_shoes July 2 2008, 05:48:57 UTC

She was still talking to him. That was both surprising and irritating all in their own, and he didn't bother to even spare a glance up at her this time, keeping his eyes down on the page as new shapes formed.

"There's no need to apologise," he replied, a little miserably, unmoving but for his hand. "It was going to be thrown away eventually anyway."

archaic_way July 8 2008, 08:28:56 UTC

[ooc: shit, sorry, went away for a few days :(]

Anna latched on to the miserableness; she instinctively wanted to try to make things better. "Why?" she asked, genuinely curious. "They're lovely. You ought to keep them."

perfect_shoes July 14 2008, 09:06:12 UTC

[OOC: Sorry, I'm just generally fail.]

Yes, well, trust a human not to let misery keep well alone.

He shrugged in response to her question. "I've no use for them. They're superficial. Visual interpretations of memories. Memories I don't need to be reminded of."

archaic_way September 10 2008, 04:12:25 UTC

[ooc: aaaaand I'm more fail]

That made her scrunch her brow up in confusion. "If you don't need to be reminded of them, then why are you drawing them?"

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