ficlet: somewhere only wolves know (doctor who)
Somewhere only Wolves know, tardis/rose
It's a rare time without a conscious madman, only the wolf of fair hair roams the corridors tonight.
g; 180 words
No matter how still her residents, the ship is never quiet. Always the familiar hum, a warmth somehow always in the tone. It's a part of what makes this feel more of a home than anywhere she's ever been. It's a rare time without a conscious madman, only the wolf of fair hair roams the corridors tonight. Her soft footsteps rasp over metal grate; never an even pace, always drifting, pausing, taking every time to wander abstractly through coral-woven spaces. As the wolves meet at the heart, the ship exits steady flight, column bursting into life and resting on some strange world. Always a still, quiet world in one's company. Sometimes the human leaves, to watch the birds wheel in another sky; but she's come to learn to never stray far. It doesn't feel right without him, and it leaves him waking sooner, as if his sleep rests more soundly with the drifting. His absence never taints these rare nights, however. She'll happily wander the ship, both content in eachother's company, on the moonless nights that only wolves know.
It's a rare time without a conscious madman, only the wolf of fair hair roams the corridors tonight.
g; 180 words
No matter how still her residents, the ship is never quiet. Always the familiar hum, a warmth somehow always in the tone. It's a part of what makes this feel more of a home than anywhere she's ever been. It's a rare time without a conscious madman, only the wolf of fair hair roams the corridors tonight. Her soft footsteps rasp over metal grate; never an even pace, always drifting, pausing, taking every time to wander abstractly through coral-woven spaces. As the wolves meet at the heart, the ship exits steady flight, column bursting into life and resting on some strange world. Always a still, quiet world in one's company. Sometimes the human leaves, to watch the birds wheel in another sky; but she's come to learn to never stray far. It doesn't feel right without him, and it leaves him waking sooner, as if his sleep rests more soundly with the drifting. His absence never taints these rare nights, however. She'll happily wander the ship, both content in eachother's company, on the moonless nights that only wolves know.