A small series of oneshots, drabbles, lists and other things that cross my mind. Partly inspired (the story format at least) by Tempest in a Teacup, if you're an Avatar the Last Airbender fan I highly recommend it.
Maybe you can afford to wait. Maybe for you there's a tomorrow. Maybe for you there's one thousand tomorrows, or three thousand, or ten, so much time you can bathe in it, roll around in it, let it slide like coins through your fingers. So much time you can waste it.
But for some of us there's only today. And the truth is, you never really know.
- Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall
Do you know why human and Time Lord love is forbidden? Because the human lifespan does not persevere, their emotions are too brief. But Time Lords are different. Surviving through the years they will never forget that unwavering emotion. A love that lasts barely a century is nothing compared to that. Therefore, they will not freely love. Mostly, they refuse love. Locking their hearts away and out of reach.
Being nearly immortal, a Time Lord is fully aware that a touch would mean a lifetime of longing. Courtship for a Time Lord is the highest risk.*
Lucky for him, he was no longer a Time Lord. He was just 'John Smith', human.
He looked at the clothes he had laid out on the bed, torn. He hadn't realized how long he'd stood there pondering until he was interrupted.
"Doctor? Are you ready, Mum and Dad are waiting." The blond entered the room dressed simply in dark grey trousers and a blue top. They were just going to Torchwood to introduce him after all. He glanced up and smiled at Rose.
"Oh, hello," he replied before turning his gaze back to his dilemma.
"Not even dressed? What's the hold up?" she asked standing next to him.
"I can't decide," he explained. "Between the pinstripe suit or the jeans your mum bought me. This is a new life, I feel like I should be different, but I can't quite shake the old me."
"No one is asking you to," Rose told him. She took his hand and gently kissed it. "You be whoever you want. I'll be downstairs."
Ten minutes later the Doctor came down the stairs wearing a brown suit with blue pinstripes and white Chuck Tylers. But, if anyone cared to notice his blue tshirt bore a symbol he felt was conceited, but appropriate; a yellow shield outlined in red with a great, red 'S' in the centre.
I like the idea of the Doctor becoming more relaxed in Pete's World, but the change could hardly happen over night.
*This passage is partially quoted from Kamisama Kiss, I tweaked it to fit.
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