for lastficauthor: Chess Pieces (voted into next round)

[rude_not_ginger]

It's not a game.

You can smell him on the wind.

Underneath the smell of rubbish, underneath the smell of discarded lives that the people of London pile up into big, disgusting heaps, he's there. He's hiding, and maybe in a place like this, he could hide from others, but he can't hide from you. You know his smell. It's a sharp, pungent tang;

Comments

[roseoflegend]

You are, as always, amazing. Never cease to take my breath away.

<3

[rude_not_ginger]

Thank you so much!

<3<3

[roseoflegend]

Absolutely!

[beholdthedrums]

I can never look at chess the same way thanks to you.

But this, oh, I do love this. There will always, always be a game, no matter how much the poor Doctor doesn't want to play...

[rude_not_ginger]

Ngl, I actually started writing this prompt from a Taxon POV, until it was suggested to me that the rest of the reading/voting audience might not understand RP-related stories.

So! I have a half-written Doctor/Master-playing-chess-in-Taxon story to finish up, and post soon!

And thank you so much! I'm so glad you like this!

[beholdthedrums]

Wooo I look forward to it!

[notanemptymotto]

So I wasn't imagining four beats! This is beautiful. It gave me shivers. Even more than the scene did on screen. It's haunting in a great way.

[best_served_hot]

Oh, you know I love this to bits and itty bitty pieces! And chess! You put chess in there! It fits them so well.

I wonder what the Doctor would do, to win, if he weren't so concerned with his high minded ideals of saving the Master. Come on, Doctor, play the game! XD