Lasts, firsts, and everything in between.
Title: Lasts, first, and everything in between.
Author: fate_incomplete
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Characters: The Doctor
Word Count: 350
A/N: Written for the who_contest prompt - Last
Summary: The Doctor lived for those firsts, those moments in between, even as he was defined by so many lasts...
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A first breath drawn in confusion and shock, to a last breath let out however grudgingly, carrying all the moments in between. The memory of every lung full taken in excitement, fear, peace, the moments that took one's breath away, all captured in that final wisp of air, taking with it everything that we were.
He lived for those firsts, those moments in between, even as he was defined by so many lasts.
The last time he had walked upon Gallifrey. Head bowed, he had missed the rise of the second sun as it set the towering Mountains of Solace and Solitude aglow, not knowing he would never see it again.
So many last times he had seen his companions. Some in death, others moving on with their lives, or simply left behind.
The last and only time he had spoken to his TARDIS, and she had been able to speak back.
The last moment of each regeneration, every ending shattering him apart, only to put the pieces back together, adding new contours to his psyche.
In a life spent seeking the adventure of new firsts, he was weighed down by so many lasts. They unravelled and held him together, blurring together into the shifting landscape of his life, until endings and beginnings became indistinguishable.
A long life filled with loss, laughter and cataclysm stretched behind and in front of him. A burden and a joy he wouldn't give up easily. Endings were inevitable, and he would see many before his own came, absorbing the inescapable wounds they would leave.
The scars were the reminder of a life well spent, even if he had more than his fair share. The sorrows and regrets he carried coalescing in a melancholy mix, forming the man he was, is, and will be.
He was the Doctor, unknowable, inexplicable, complicated. Feared and revered, loved and hated. The last thing so many saw, and the one thing others wished to see, even just one more time, though that could never be enough.
Never theirs, always theirs.
He was a lasting memory carried by the universe.
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A/N: Phew. Wrote this quickly and just slipped it in about 20 minutes before the voting post went up over at who_contest so its was a little rushed.
Author: fate_incomplete
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Characters: The Doctor
Word Count: 350
A/N: Written for the who_contest prompt - Last
Summary: The Doctor lived for those firsts, those moments in between, even as he was defined by so many lasts...
.......................
A first breath drawn in confusion and shock, to a last breath let out however grudgingly, carrying all the moments in between. The memory of every lung full taken in excitement, fear, peace, the moments that took one's breath away, all captured in that final wisp of air, taking with it everything that we were.
He lived for those firsts, those moments in between, even as he was defined by so many lasts.
The last time he had walked upon Gallifrey. Head bowed, he had missed the rise of the second sun as it set the towering Mountains of Solace and Solitude aglow, not knowing he would never see it again.
So many last times he had seen his companions. Some in death, others moving on with their lives, or simply left behind.
The last and only time he had spoken to his TARDIS, and she had been able to speak back.
The last moment of each regeneration, every ending shattering him apart, only to put the pieces back together, adding new contours to his psyche.
In a life spent seeking the adventure of new firsts, he was weighed down by so many lasts. They unravelled and held him together, blurring together into the shifting landscape of his life, until endings and beginnings became indistinguishable.
A long life filled with loss, laughter and cataclysm stretched behind and in front of him. A burden and a joy he wouldn't give up easily. Endings were inevitable, and he would see many before his own came, absorbing the inescapable wounds they would leave.
The scars were the reminder of a life well spent, even if he had more than his fair share. The sorrows and regrets he carried coalescing in a melancholy mix, forming the man he was, is, and will be.
He was the Doctor, unknowable, inexplicable, complicated. Feared and revered, loved and hated. The last thing so many saw, and the one thing others wished to see, even just one more time, though that could never be enough.
Never theirs, always theirs.
He was a lasting memory carried by the universe.
.......................
A/N: Phew. Wrote this quickly and just slipped it in about 20 minutes before the voting post went up over at who_contest so its was a little rushed.