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Fic: Adrift

Jun 12, 2010 01:32

Title: Adrift
Category: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1144
Date of Completion: 12 June 2010
Primary Characters: The Eleventh Doctor, Amy Pond
Rating: PG
Setting: Post-"Vincent and the Doctor"
Summary: Amy ruminates on Vincent van Gogh, the Doctor, and her place in the world.

( I had one hand tangled up with the Doctor and the other with Vincent, and so much love for every speck of dust in the universe pushed outwards from within that I thought I might burst but for the ocean of sky which pressed down on me. )

oneshot, fic: doctor who

Comments 21

snappop June 12 2010, 03:21:12 UTC

Okay, I said I wasn't going to comment on this tonight, I know, but I keep rereading it, to the point where it's reawakened my brain a bit, so I'm going to be a liar and comment anyway.

I love Amy dangling her feet in space, especially combined with the space-as-he-ocean metaphor. It gives me such a lovely mental image of stars jumping up her legs like sea spray.

Amy would never say this out loud but a small part of her was disappointed that she had not made him up inside her head - because when he had turned out to be real that was the proof that she was not as intelligent as she had once thought she might be; no, she was not bright enough to dream up someone like the Doctor.

Ah, so perfect!

"What do you do?" she said, looking into his eyes. "What do you do when," she paused, gesticulating, trying to find the words, "when you have all of these complicated feelings in you, when you look at the world and everything is just overwhelming but you're not - but you're not clever enough to express it. When you're - you know, when you' ( ... )

penumbra June 14 2010, 11:18:37 UTC

Ah, so perfect!

I feel like all I do lately is project myself all over characters, cringe, post it anyway, and miraculously have people tell me that it works.

I love this so much, because, oh I don't know, because it's just so perfectly right and I feel it in my veins?(oh that probably sounds weird)...but also because she WAS clever enough to express it, sort of, by using it to understand; she understood the painful beauty of the Doctor's existence in the Beast Below, and the the good hurt that makes us human in Victory of the Daleks. She uses those feelings bottled up inside her to understand, and to save the Earth, and she doesn't recognize that while she's not using that understanding to make art, she using it to save lives, and that is important.

Amy reminds me of Lois in that I think she puts up a big front to hide the fact that she feels quite small and insignificant underneath. I love her.

And oh, the Doctor. ♥I barely wrote him at all, you know? It's strange how little dialogue I had to give him when he's typically such a ( ... )

timetraveled June 12 2010, 15:40:47 UTC

This fic is beautiful. I would say more but I'm kind of speechless from reading it. You should be very proud :)

penumbra June 14 2010, 11:14:06 UTC

Thank you. ♥

someplacetobe June 12 2010, 19:07:37 UTC

The first thing I thought of when I read this was 'oooh!' followed by 'I really like this' which I do - I really like this. I don't know what it is about it but I really like it. Maybe it's the camaraderie or the imagery but I really like this.

It's beautiful.

penumbra June 14 2010, 11:14:30 UTC

Thank you - I'm glad you liked it.

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penumbra June 14 2010, 11:14:53 UTC

Thank you.

waxedpaperdoor June 16 2010, 17:00:10 UTC

First of all I apologise for saying I would comment and then not doing it ( ... )

penumbra June 24 2010, 19:53:39 UTC

It's OK -- I never comment as much as I should anyway.

I don't think you're projecting; I think that really is how Steven Moffat intended to write her. She reminds me of Lois in that respect.

♥