What a journey. You have given us such a powerful fic taking us from complete invincibility here: Perhaps he is becoming sentimental in his old age, but with those ludicrously delicate fingers wrapped in his own coarse palm, he often feels he can outrun anything. He can tell she feels it too; the feeling of sheer invincibility. Doctor + Rose + imminent danger = possibly most fantastic feeling in the bloody universe to date.
To the total vulnerability here: There is too much blood, and not enough time.
The irony is so great, he truly doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry or curse. So he does none of the above. Instead he prays. He doesn’t pray to useless, non-existent deities (where the hell have they been for the last 900 years?), but rather to her.
Very poignant and thought provoking. Thank you for posting!
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Perhaps he is becoming sentimental in his old age, but with those ludicrously delicate fingers wrapped in his own coarse palm, he often feels he can outrun anything. He can tell she feels it too; the feeling of sheer invincibility. Doctor + Rose + imminent danger = possibly most fantastic feeling in the bloody universe to date.
To the total vulnerability here:
There is too much blood, and not enough time.
The irony is so great, he truly doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry or curse. So he does none of the above. Instead he prays. He doesn’t pray to useless, non-existent deities (where the hell have they been for the last 900 years?), but rather to her.
Very poignant and thought provoking. Thank you for posting!