This is everything I didn't know I wanted and more.
The snow is ankle deep and, and far as he's concerned, more properly called sludge. It lies in dark puddles on the street ahead, chunky and thick like the pavement is losing shape under the weight of holiday traffic.
He sighs and watches his breath bleed into the winter wind where it picks up city grit and snowflakes and a stray shopping bag. It carries away a child's voice and the sound of a car engine. It's a wind that's suited to barren moorlands, he thinks, to bleak gothic landscapes.The entire atmosphere in the beginning (which is so very close to how it feels outside right now), and how Nine sees the world as this heavy dreary place, even on Christmas Eve, and after he meets Rose it magically starts to brighten, is just amazing. The way you weaved his changing perception and his post-Time War healing throughout
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The red bicycle = LOVE. I adore this concept, and wholeheartedly support Rose going back to make sure that Nine makes it through his post-Time War slump to be the man she knows and loves. Who wants to see it all in the name of those who can't. Absolutely beautiful fic. Thank you for sharing :D
Oh look, there goes my heart, tripping over itself in excitement and fanfare. Brilliance everywhere I look in this gorgeous piece. My, have I missed fandom. <3
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I wish I could get my greedy mits on a chaptered eleven/rose fic like this. Mhmnmn, shipper's heart is infatuated with the thought.
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This is everything I didn't know I wanted and more.
The snow is ankle deep and, and far as he's concerned, more properly called sludge. It lies in dark puddles on the street ahead, chunky and thick like the pavement is losing shape under the weight of holiday traffic.
He sighs and watches his breath bleed into the winter wind where it picks up city grit and snowflakes and a stray shopping bag. It carries away a child's voice and the sound of a car engine. It's a wind that's suited to barren moorlands, he thinks, to bleak gothic landscapes.The entire atmosphere in the beginning (which is so very close to how it feels outside right now), and how Nine sees the world as this heavy dreary place, even on Christmas Eve, and after he meets Rose it magically starts to brighten, is just amazing. The way you weaved his changing perception and his post-Time War healing throughout ( ... )
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WHAT.
ROSE BACK IN THE TARDIS? WITH ELEVEN? AND AMY?
Oh look, there goes my heart, tripping over itself in excitement and fanfare. Brilliance everywhere I look in this gorgeous piece. My, have I missed fandom. <3
slkfj;asdlkgjal;ja.
I wish I could get my greedy mits on a chaptered eleven/rose fic like this. Mhmnmn, shipper's heart is infatuated with the thought.
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