Yes, I'm experimenting with Doctor Who. Usually I don't like reading or writing Doctor Who fanfics, but this one DEMANDED to be written . . .
It's from the 'Girl in the Fireplace' episode, featuring Madame de Pompadour, or Reinette.
I cry every time I watch that episode, and today was no exception. When he read her letter at the end, and his eyes . . .waaah!
But now I shall write my own version of this cutting ending. Nothing will change, but it may feature a bit of the Doctor's POV and Reinette's POV.
The first paragraph - you will get more tomorrow if you're lucky ;)
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Ch1:
His voice called from behind the fireplace, and I paused for
just a moment; savouring the rush of nostalgia, and the dredge of childhood
memories that emerged at the sound of his calling.
He called again, and I gathered my skirts with haste,
dipping my head to meet his playful gaze. Oh, and the way my name rolled off
his tongue! The way his deep timbre tasted the words, wove a feeling and a
story into silken music.
He bustled behind the wooden frame, his smile lit up by
those flickering flames. A small pang of sadness shot through me when I
returned it with a hesitant one of my own, and his retreating figure faded
behind the rising flames, but I pushed it aside.
Instead I rushed to that window, chocolate eyes searching
the night sky with the wonder of a child, seeing the world through a film of
glorious uncertainty. Pick a star, he said, any star.
So just for tonight, though reason tells me otherwise, I
will stick to my child-like fantasies of dancing on the tendrils of the night
sky, flying amongst the stars. Though I
know, and somehow always knew, that we would never be together, I will pretend
for just a little longer.
Waiting for The Doctor. Waiting patiently for my lonely
angel.
God Speed, my love.
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