February 21st, 2009

doctor/tardis on top of the world

for onapostcard: Light



River,

Dropped by your flat, you weren't in. Can't stay too long today, so I've left you this postcard. It's actually not really a postcard, but a postcard-sized inking made specifically for me from this bloke named George. Now, George was very nearly eaten by FreeroFreeros, which are very unpleasant piranha-like aliens who dwell in sand instead of water. Seeing as I saved him, he was more than happy to spend a few hours inking this. It's quite nice, I think.

I've been spending a lot of time in the Dark Ages, lately. As you know, I like traveling places that aren't very well documented. Everything seems new and exciting and yeah, well, I know how it all turns out, but it's still fun in its own right. And lucky I was here, too. FreeroFreeros. Of all the things!

Still, couldn't let them ruin the festival of lights. Once a year, all of the streets in this town are lined with candles, creating daytime in the middle of the night. It's beautiful, River. Put a note down in your diary that we'll need to go there. A photograph---even a very detailed holograph---can't quite capture it.

You can find light from the shadows anywhere, even in the Dark Ages.

I'll be back soon,
-D

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 200