fic: none so vividly
note; I saw the movie memento today. Loved it.
Wrote this drabble.
title: none so vividly
pairing: amy/eleven
rating: g
summary: forgetting is worse than death and remembering hurts just as much.
He remembers everyone.
But none so vividly like Amy.
When he shuts his eyes - on the rare occasion that he does sleep - the world comes to a grinding halt.
'Doctorrrr' Her red hair fans out behind her, the sunlight catching it and setting it on fire. She whips her head around to wink at him, 'Slowww. You're so slow!' He blinks furiously, hand rising to block the sun so he can see her running ahead of him.
She shimmers out of his view - the grass and sky and trees soon following.
(“What's worse? To die or to forget?” He meets her eyes, questioning and young.
“Forget. Always. People die, but they'll live in your memories, if you forget-it's like they never existed.”
“It hurts to remember too.”
“Yes.” He agrees - Melody is just as bright as her mother. )
Arms wrapped tight around him, solid and warm, a lack of personal space and a mutual desire to be as close as possible.
He shuts his eyes and the world stops spinning for a few seconds - he swears he can't even feel the passage of time any longer.
Gotcha.
( In another time - another place - another whole universe - The Doctor and Amy Pond never stop. The world pivots and twirls around them but they're at the center and nothing else matters. It's intimate and innocent all at once, forbidden and allowed, a paradox twisted inside out.)
The Doctor opens his eyes and exhales slowly.
There is nobody here but him.
A mad-lonely-man with a box.
Wrote this drabble.
title: none so vividly
pairing: amy/eleven
rating: g
summary: forgetting is worse than death and remembering hurts just as much.
He remembers everyone.
But none so vividly like Amy.
When he shuts his eyes - on the rare occasion that he does sleep - the world comes to a grinding halt.
'Doctorrrr' Her red hair fans out behind her, the sunlight catching it and setting it on fire. She whips her head around to wink at him, 'Slowww. You're so slow!' He blinks furiously, hand rising to block the sun so he can see her running ahead of him.
She shimmers out of his view - the grass and sky and trees soon following.
(“What's worse? To die or to forget?” He meets her eyes, questioning and young.
“Forget. Always. People die, but they'll live in your memories, if you forget-it's like they never existed.”
“It hurts to remember too.”
“Yes.” He agrees - Melody is just as bright as her mother. )
Arms wrapped tight around him, solid and warm, a lack of personal space and a mutual desire to be as close as possible.
He shuts his eyes and the world stops spinning for a few seconds - he swears he can't even feel the passage of time any longer.
Gotcha.
( In another time - another place - another whole universe - The Doctor and Amy Pond never stop. The world pivots and twirls around them but they're at the center and nothing else matters. It's intimate and innocent all at once, forbidden and allowed, a paradox twisted inside out.)
The Doctor opens his eyes and exhales slowly.
There is nobody here but him.
A mad-lonely-man with a box.