The Doctor ♣ Eleven (
comeonthensexy) wrote2012-09-03 05:02 pm
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[ There's a good while of silence, aside from the rustle of a paper, like a page being turned. ]
Oh, yes, right! Hello! How do I do one of these voicemails things again?
[ Another bit of silence, and then he clears his throat. ]
You've reached the Doctor - the eleventh, to be exact. Leave a message and I'll get back to you, promise!
Oh, yes, right! Hello! How do I do one of these voicemails things again?
[ Another bit of silence, and then he clears his throat. ]
You've reached the Doctor - the eleventh, to be exact. Leave a message and I'll get back to you, promise!
[action]
Yes, ma'am.
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There, look.
[there was a reason for her doing that, and the reason is that she's painted the ceiling and all the walls of her room. the sky is a dark blue, with stars carefully painted in silver. there are thin lines between some of them, sketching out the major constellations. about halfway down the walls, the sky gives way to trees, dark silhouettes stretching up all the way from the baseboard]
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I love new skies.
[ It's getting more and more difficult to find skies that are truly new for him. ]
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I suppose you wouldn't see the stars in constellations so much. Not if you travel amongst them.
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I see them from all sorts of angles. That's the true beauty of it.