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riverdressesI ♥ music
& I ♥ the TARDIS
so
music + the TARDIS = a theme of music for the TARDIS, her Doctor & the lucky few who travel with them
& I ♥ the TARDIS
so
music + the TARDIS = a theme of music for the TARDIS, her Doctor & the lucky few who travel with them
Her Space Holiday - Gravity Fails Us
There's a time you aren't really going anywhere, just moving through an unpronounceable star system while the Doctor works on some much needed repairs to the TARDIS. You aren't used to everything being so low-key, even though the Doctor's still racing about, dropping this & that & explaining how each part of the TARDIS works when you ask. After a while, you fall into a rhythm - he talks, softly, gently & you listen. Questions taper off after a while & you just lie down on the cool floor of the TARDIS, feeling the metal of the floor pressing gently against your back, feeling every hum & vibration travelling through your body. You close your eyes & just take it all in, the air against your skin, the surprising comfortableness of the floor, the soothing, soft sound of the Doctor's voice as he explains everything you wanted to know & some things you didn't.
Soon, you can't tell which is which - his voice, the sounds of the TARDIS or even your own voice. Everything is just there, inside your mind, all gentle & soft, a lullaby you've always known, even before you really heard it.
At the peak of the sound, of the noise, of the song, you don't even care which is which anymore. You've relaxed so that you're part of the TARDIS now, not living on or standing on, or lying on - you can hear everything he says, with her gentle commentary behind his voice.
'He does prattle on', she says, & you think, if she were a person, she'd be smiling as she said that.
You feel soothed by this; you feel like for once, you understand his affection for the TARDIS, because she's finally telling you.
This shouldn't end. You just lie there, eyes closed, hearing both of them inside your mind, tasting metal as the Doctor inexplicably runs his tongue over a lever near the main controls. She laughs with you as he does, an almost imperceptible twinkling sound behind your eyes.
Her Space Holiday - and things are mostly ghosts
You're just so tired after running for your life all the way back to the TARDIS, that you've just collapsed onto the floor when the Doctor goes to make you tea. You try to block out the screams, the blood, the dead bodies you were both practically tripping over as you ran.
You wake up sometime later & find his coat over you. You're still on the floor, your head resting on your arms & him lying next to you, smiling. You wonder two things - where is the tea & if you're dreaming.
He can feel how rattled you are. You do your best not to show it, but it's useless to hide anything from him. He's going to know, somehow, sometime. Even so, you just don't say anything. He pulls you into himself, arms around you, one hand in your hair. It's a position that feels more organic than anything you know.
you cannot help but believe in those curves, the gentleness of those arms.
You close your eyes & look at him after a moment.
The smile is gone.
Outside, you can hear the planet's last screams, the explosion.
Later, he'd swear to you he could hear the people screaming for him to save them.
My Elastic Eye - The Chemical Brothers
Of course he's crazy. Completely, utterly, fully cracked in the head & makes no attempt to hide this, no matter what he becomes. Leather jacket or pinstriped suit, he's just mad.
But really, riding on the force of an exploding star for a laugh? You weren't expecting that!
Of course, that didn't stop you from enjoying it as much as you did, even if you slammed into the railing & ended up with a bit of a bruise on your back.
Of course he'd get to come out of it unscathed.
Bastard.
You wonder when you'll be able to convince him to do it again.
Ladytron - Sugar
Granted, you never had the most favourable impression of New New York after what you went through there - you'd really be glad to never see it again as long as you were travelling with the Doctor. But he seems to enjoy visiting it, even though he won't admit to it, oddly.
So you browse around in the open-air markets (they actually have those so far from Earth?) & spend, spend, spend happily. They have everything, it seems.
Including dance clubs, which you haven't been in for so long. (school, then work, then the Doctor took priority over a night of dancing.) You want to go in, but the Doctor refuses & pulls you away for a lesson on emergency TARDIS repairs. You sigh & tease him about being a stick-in-the-mud. He simply arches one eyebrow & promises to show you a thing or two about dancing later, once you're back onboard the TARDIS.
Later you're sorting through the clothes you bought that afternoon, wondering if you can fit them in your closet. Hmm. May need to stop at home & drop your more worn things off.
You head up to the control room, only to be grabbed by the Doctor as you come in. You barely register the music playing, but once you do, it all comes back to you.
Suddenly, you're both dancing, for how long, you don't really know. Everything becomes about the music, the beat throbbing through your body, the sweat trickling down your back, the Doctor twirling you, dipping you, moving against you, his hipbones pressing into your back occasionally. You're not on the TARDIS anymore, your back in your favourite dance club, memories of strobe lights flashing through your head, dancing with your friends, joking about torturing every bloke in the place with your dancing. As long as the song keeps playing, you're dancing. You're dancing til you're both covered in sweat & out of breath, barely able to move, let alone sing or talk.
You feel the Doctor's hands on your hips, guiding you along to the beat of the music. You can feel his hands gripping tightly, his fingers brushing against a peek of skin revealed by your dancing. Your head's against his shoulder, your eyes closed. You listen to his breathing as the two of you keep moving in time to the song & to each other.
Finally, you collapse to the floor, both of you, laughing & panting from all the movement. You look at each other & just start laughing all over again, your laughter muffled slightly by your face pressed into his shoulder, his laughter sharp, clear, unrestrained, even as his sweat-soaked hair brushes your bare shoulder when his forehead rests there.
Radiohead - Up On The Ladder
Do the dance.
Travel everywhere.
Help people.
Show just a few the universe. Just a few.
One trip. That's all you've wanted to give them. One trip.
One becomes two. Two becomes three. Three becomes an invitation to travel, to see everything there is to see.
See everything you can see, until there's a war to fight, until there's an open hole in the universe, until you can't protect them anymore, until you realise you've shown them too much, the good & the bad, the ugliest side of everything you are.
You showed her a mirror. A mirror into what you know deep down, you could be. You showed her that mirror & killed any trace of innocence she might have had left.
Don't lie. You knew that innocence was marked the moment you kissed her. But you still did it.
'It doesn't mean anything.'
She saw right through that.
She saw right through that but you still couldn't resist bringing her into your world.
In the end, it all follows the same pattern, doesn't it?
you're all the fucking same.
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Date: 2008-05-07 06:28 pm (UTC)DUDE!!!!!! What the shit is this????!!! It's BRILLIANT!!!!!!!
In the end, it all follows the same pattern, doesn't it?
you're all the fucking same.
AJAS;LKJFBH.KJVB.KJASDB.KJBADV.KJB EXPLETIVES!!!!!!!!
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Date: 2008-05-07 06:32 pm (UTC)& this was the theme I was telling you about! My strange little stories however, were TOTALLY unexpected - they just sort of started happening yesterday. ::blush::
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Date: 2008-05-07 06:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-07 06:40 pm (UTC)& I just unlocked it! Link awaaaaay. ^_______________^
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Date: 2008-05-07 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-08 08:54 am (UTC)& I have two more stories & songs! I thought you'd like to knooow. :D
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Date: 2008-05-07 06:41 pm (UTC)you really know how to pick songs♥
btw, i haven't got school on friday, so, do you want to talk for a while then?
( that's thursday night for you. though if you want, i can stay up my thursday night instead. )
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Date: 2008-05-07 06:45 pm (UTC)& of course I'd want to talk then! I shall see you your Friday morning/my Thursday night. ::kisskiss::
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Date: 2008-05-07 11:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-08 08:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-05-08 11:20 am (UTC)I so wish I had more time to watch Doctor Who T___T I NEEDS TO SEE MOARno subject
Date: 2008-05-08 06:49 pm (UTC)& eeep, I'm flattered that you enjoyed my oddities so much! If I may be a bit vain for a moment, did you have a particular favourite of the bunch?
& yes, there will be more. ::hides::no subject
Date: 2008-05-10 03:50 am (UTC)Gah, I have to chooose? They're all so good! Hmm, I particularly love the first one ^___^
yayz!