Uh. So. This is what happens when you stumble upon the Series 5 ficathon like, three hours before it closes.

The prompt was Eleven/Amy/(Rory)
the backs of my eyes hum with things i've never done.
sheets are swaying from an old clothesline,
like a row of captured ghosts, over old dead grass.

And, well, I mean, look at the lyrics. They're stunning. And ( Read more... )