Colorblind (Nine/Rose, drabble)
Title: Colorblind
Summary: There are things he can't see.
A/N: A few weeks ago I asked woodspriteanon for some prompts. The first one was spectrum; this is my response.
“You mean there’s colors I can’t see?”
The Doctor pauses in his explanation of the dancing lights of Praxis VI.
“Course there are,” he gives her a look like she’s just drooled on her shirt. “Humans only have three different kinds of cone cells; most species have at least four. Time Lords have fifteen.”
She doesn’t know what cone cells are, or what they have to do with why he seems so much more enthralled by the lights than she is. But when she leans back into the smell of leather and the steady rhythm of double heartbeats, she’s finds she doesn’t care. The column of his throat as he tilts his head to the stars is entertainment enough.
After a few moments, she slips her arm around his waist.
“There’s things you can’t see too, you know.”