closed; why a man cannot have wings
When; 11 Dec, evening
Rating; G
Characters; Rose (iam_thebadwolf) and the Doctor (astorminhiswake)
Summary; The Doctor (with the ears) just found out that Rose is dating the Doctor (with the hair). There are feelings about this.
Log;
The Doctor fished in his pocket for the housekey (coming up with a banana, 3 different lengths of wire, and the sonic screwdriver first, but he found it eventually). It was late. He was bad at moving through time like a normal person did, and rarely paid attention to it unless he had to. Just one more thing to dislike about this City. All of the structure chafed at him.
The snow on his head had mostly melted, but he brushed it off his coat. He thought about taking it off, but he liked the coat, and although he'd be loathe to admit it, it was something like armor for him, protection from the outside world. A completely mental distinction, as it wouldn't keep him safe from bullets or knives or anything like that, but he felt better in it. So it stayed.
It was late, and he didn't even know if Rose would still be awake. But he'd come back like he'd promised. The walk had done him some good, given him time to get his thoughts together. He was still restless, but he felt a little better. He wasn't entirely sure that he wouldn't haul off and punch his future self, next time he saw him, but that didn't seem to be a possibility at the moment. Rose had probably warned him.
The Doctor shut the door quietly, kicking the snow off his boots, and made his way to the kitchen. He could use a cup of tea.
Rating; G
Characters; Rose (iam_thebadwolf) and the Doctor (astorminhiswake)
Summary; The Doctor (with the ears) just found out that Rose is dating the Doctor (with the hair). There are feelings about this.
Log;
The Doctor fished in his pocket for the housekey (coming up with a banana, 3 different lengths of wire, and the sonic screwdriver first, but he found it eventually). It was late. He was bad at moving through time like a normal person did, and rarely paid attention to it unless he had to. Just one more thing to dislike about this City. All of the structure chafed at him.
The snow on his head had mostly melted, but he brushed it off his coat. He thought about taking it off, but he liked the coat, and although he'd be loathe to admit it, it was something like armor for him, protection from the outside world. A completely mental distinction, as it wouldn't keep him safe from bullets or knives or anything like that, but he felt better in it. So it stayed.
It was late, and he didn't even know if Rose would still be awake. But he'd come back like he'd promised. The walk had done him some good, given him time to get his thoughts together. He was still restless, but he felt a little better. He wasn't entirely sure that he wouldn't haul off and punch his future self, next time he saw him, but that didn't seem to be a possibility at the moment. Rose had probably warned him.
The Doctor shut the door quietly, kicking the snow off his boots, and made his way to the kitchen. He could use a cup of tea.