[Time. Time and Space and the Medusa Cascade. A young boy standing and staring into the very depths of the universe, knowledge and wonder filling every inch of his mind. The vastness of everything laid out right in front of him. Some are inspired, some run, and some go mad. Standing at the edge of the cliff, toes curled over the edge, a neverending abyss of knowledge and pain and wonder and love. Anything and everything that ever was and might and will be laid out ahead like a bottomless, twisting road.
That's what it's like in the Doctor's head. Thoughts and memories piled on top of each other, laid over one another delicately, so close they seem to touch and mingle, to mix and blend and yet they're separate, the slightest breeze able to carry one away. It's a mess of knowledge, of what he's learned of space and time, of wars and cultures and the names of all the stars in the universe. On the control of gravity and all the five billion languages he speaks fluently. There's so much crammed into every nook and cranny it's surprising anything can be added. And yet, there's still room. In some, unexplained way, there's still room.
Room enough for a planet, of hills of waving red grass, of skies of burnt orange, trees covered in shining silver leaves. Every time the wind rustles through the forest, they catch the color of the sky, and it looks like a beautiful rush of fire sweeping across the land. In the distance, surrounded by a sparkling, pristine bubble, is a city of spires and towers, nestled between two snow-capped mountains. A diamond in the middle of an expanse of rubies.
And there the Doctor stands, brown hair wild, brown coat with it's blue lining flapping in the breeze, hands shoved into the pockets of his pants, trainers denting into the grass, tongue being chewed between his teeth. The light of twins suns lights his skin, and as he shifts, just barely, it's as if there are others behind him, nine other faces, bodies, shifting as he shifts, each a fraction of a second behind. Afterimages, ghosts in the wind.
He doesn't dream often, because his dreams are full of fire, full of death and destruction, of faces he can never see again, of regrets and fears and all the pain spread in his wake.
The calm won't last. That much he knows. He always knows.]
The Doctor; May 27
That's what it's like in the Doctor's head. Thoughts and memories piled on top of each other, laid over one another delicately, so close they seem to touch and mingle, to mix and blend and yet they're separate, the slightest breeze able to carry one away. It's a mess of knowledge, of what he's learned of space and time, of wars and cultures and the names of all the stars in the universe. On the control of gravity and all the five billion languages he speaks fluently. There's so much crammed into every nook and cranny it's surprising anything can be added. And yet, there's still room. In some, unexplained way, there's still room.
Room enough for a planet, of hills of waving red grass, of skies of burnt orange, trees covered in shining silver leaves. Every time the wind rustles through the forest, they catch the color of the sky, and it looks like a beautiful rush of fire sweeping across the land. In the distance, surrounded by a sparkling, pristine bubble, is a city of spires and towers, nestled between two snow-capped mountains. A diamond in the middle of an expanse of rubies.
And there the Doctor stands, brown hair wild, brown coat with it's blue lining flapping in the breeze, hands shoved into the pockets of his pants, trainers denting into the grass, tongue being chewed between his teeth. The light of twins suns lights his skin, and as he shifts, just barely, it's as if there are others behind him, nine other faces, bodies, shifting as he shifts, each a fraction of a second behind. Afterimages, ghosts in the wind.
He doesn't dream often, because his dreams are full of fire, full of death and destruction, of faces he can never see again, of regrets and fears and all the pain spread in his wake.
The calm won't last. That much he knows. He always knows.]