[002] stars shining bright above you

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[Because the mun is really very slow about these things and apologizes for it -- a Doctor is sprawled out on the Plane (because the "a" is a necessary article, given that there are, in fact, several Doctors that could exist here at any given moment). His head is pillowed by his hands, and the pull on his sleeves reveals the barest hint of bruising on his wrists, hidden beneath the fabric. On his lower lip and on his right brow are scabbed-over cuts, and on his left cheek is a lovely, vivid sort of bruise.

At the moment it would seem that he has no inclination to move from his spot on the lovely Plane floor, though what he's doing just lying there is anyone's best guess--]

Ah, there's Eta Canis Majoris.

[-- . . . Right. Nevermind that last narration. He seems to be doing a bit of star gazing -- and surprisingly, despite the fact that he's obviously been in a bit of a scuffle, he looks relatively serene. Relatively. By which we mean he doesn't look entirely angry. Much.]

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[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[blinking] But it's what?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

But that... can't really happen. Can it?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . I don't see why it can't, honestly.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Because it... It..

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[trying to encourage her] Yeah? "It" what?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Picking her violin case back up and hugging it tight.] I... don't know. It just... can't.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

-- What makes you say that?

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[HUGGING VIOLIN CASE] I don't know... I don't know... it just can't. Maybe it's the conditioning.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

You ought to be the only one in charge of yourself, you know.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Face, meet knees.]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . [hey look, a thread that's finally got him sitting up]

Oi. Henrietta.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[jsldkasjdlkajdlksjdad KNEEEES]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[he doesn't move for a second, but then he gently rests a hand on her shoulder] Henrietta.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Flinch. She looks at him and then hastily scrubs at her face, turning bright clear tear tracks into bright patches and then scrubs them away altogether.]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . [oh dear. D: ] I'm sorry, really. I'm so sorry -- I didn't mean to upset you.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Rubbing her eyes again] It's okay, Doctor. I... don't know why I'm upset.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[gently] Well, I suppose it happens to the best of us, eh? [he pulls a handkerchief out of his pocket and holds it out to her.]

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

Ah, thank you, Doctor. [Dabs at her face like proper little lady DX]

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[d'aww] No worries.