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[Doctor Who] Free to land, I choose to stay
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Title: Free to land, I choose to stay
Pairing/Character: Doctor/Rose
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 143
AN: ... not my best, I admit, but hopefully it's good enough to instill some fluffy goodness as you read it. I know you wanted the Doctor to decorate the TARDIS (or the TARDIS to do it by itself), but I kind of thought the image of Rose doing it for the Doctor was cute - and the idea that the Doctor is free to go anywhere he wants in the universe, but is content to stay indoors kind of made it interesting to me.
Outside, the Doctor can see snow falling, little tufts of icy white; the purest form of it as far as he can tell. It hasn’t yet been trampled, still free to land anywhere it chooses, each flake a tiny little TARDIS. He holds a hand out, palm up as flakes melt instantaneously against his skin.
"Is it done yet?" he calls over his shoulder as suspicious clang!s and ping!s echo from inside the blue box.
"Almost!"
Then: a series of mutters, a couple of choice swear words, and the door opens a crack. Her eyes are bright to match her smile. She wiggles a finger at him to approach and swings the doors open.
He takes it all in, from the strings of twinkling lights to the Christmas tree. Free to fall and land anywhere he wants, the Doctor is content right here.
rin_sakaguchiTitle: Free to land, I choose to stay
Pairing/Character: Doctor/Rose
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 143
AN: ... not my best, I admit, but hopefully it's good enough to instill some fluffy goodness as you read it. I know you wanted the Doctor to decorate the TARDIS (or the TARDIS to do it by itself), but I kind of thought the image of Rose doing it for the Doctor was cute - and the idea that the Doctor is free to go anywhere he wants in the universe, but is content to stay indoors kind of made it interesting to me.
Outside, the Doctor can see snow falling, little tufts of icy white; the purest form of it as far as he can tell. It hasn’t yet been trampled, still free to land anywhere it chooses, each flake a tiny little TARDIS. He holds a hand out, palm up as flakes melt instantaneously against his skin.
"Is it done yet?" he calls over his shoulder as suspicious clang!s and ping!s echo from inside the blue box.
"Almost!"
Then: a series of mutters, a couple of choice swear words, and the door opens a crack. Her eyes are bright to match her smile. She wiggles a finger at him to approach and swings the doors open.
He takes it all in, from the strings of twinkling lights to the Christmas tree. Free to fall and land anywhere he wants, the Doctor is content right here.
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Merry Christmas, lovelypie~