"What do you think?"
He thinks about the vortex, the spiral spire of a billion lightyears of movement. He thinks about the vast array of stars, infinity twisting out through the cosmos. All of those planets he's seen and never seen---brilliant crystal endings, beginnings, worlds with rooms that go on forever, infinite possibilities through a mirror. He thinks about all of this.
He knows about all of this.
So when, in a tiny shop on Mall Planet in the late 67th century, he's asked which color of dress Donna should get, it's little wonder that all she gets in reply is a snort.
"Donna, they're both completely impractical," he says, crossing his arms.
"Yeah, but they're gonna be what I’m wearin', Spaceman, so help me pick one out."
"The one you have on now is fine."
"Is it better than the blue? Did you even look at the blue? What about the red, should I try it on again?"
"If I beg you not to, will you listen?"
"The blue one," says the voice behind him. Their not-son, born-from-a-hand, and shouldn’t-be-there, the half-human Doctor, has been trying on a variety of trainers in different colors because, apparently, fashion has passed on from Donna to him.( Collapse )Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 791
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