SNOW
fandom: Doctor Who/Sanctuary ( verbalize)
title: Snow (prompt)
author: playerpin
word count: 842
rating: PG.
"A gala." Helen looked at the Doctor with a flat look. She was at her desk, writing down a report, and the Doctor had his hands on the other end of the desk, looking incredibly excited about god knew what sort of gala he was planning on whisking her off to.
"Your waltzing is impeccable," he argued, with a smile. "It'd be a crime not to show it off. Now, come on, a bit of fun never hurt anyone! We'll be back in five minutes."
She ignored him for a moment, finishing up one section before looking at him, perking her eyebrows. "Doctor."
He knelt down in front of the desk, looking up at her. "It won't be that long, if what's got you worried is my horrible dancing. Uruz is beautiful at night. The moonlight hits the magnetized zirconium reef just outside of the capital city just right, and prisms shoot across the sky. They mingle with the light of their aurora borealis, and colors explode across the night sky... ones you could only dream would exist. Their gala is only held every fifty years, at random dates and times, I can't predict when the next one will be, that's the only time Uruz opens itself to visitors."
She looked down at her report, and then at him, the young man with old, twinkling eyes. With a lean forward, she flipped his bangs from his eyes and looked down at her work. "What's the dress?" She asked, defeated, trying to keep a smile from her face as he broke out into a wide, wide grin.
"Formal. With a coat, it's a bit chilly there. A lot... chilly, really."
Helen finished the rest of her report as the Doctor ran off-he, too, had to get ready. He promised her that he'd be back at 9:00 sharp to pick her up, and Helen watched him leave, shaking her head.
She waited until then, in her best formal dress (that had been tucked into her closet for a while, once when she had gone with Ashley), speaking to Sally quietly. When the TARDIS appeared in the Sanctuary, Helen frowned, raising an eyebrow and giving him a stern look when he stepped out. "You parked her in the EM shield again."
The Doctor ignored the comment, stepping over. He was dressed in a fairly normal suit, if it wasn't for the white scarf around his neck. Probably for the cold, as he had said. He bent his arm towards her, with a smile. "Taxi for Dr. Helen Magnus," he said with a mischievous smile.
She merely put an arm on his and walked into the TARDIS, her dress swishing behind her as she did.
When they landed, her first step out was crunchy-freshly fallen snow had landed on the grounds of the large palace in front of them, made seemingly of opal, so bits of it shined green and other parts shined red or orange. The Doctor breathed out a cold breath, and glanced over to Helen as she shivered slightly. Her coat wasn't quite as thick as it should've been. He shrugged his off, putting it around her shoulders, and she smiled lightly. "You'll get cold."
"No, not really." He shook his head, locking the TARDIS and going over to the front entrance. The outside was made of opal and the insides were polished ivory; everything seemed to shine.
There were wide, tall windows that displayed the beautiful aurora and the prism-like light off of the zirconium reef, but the best views were from the balconies, eight of them, each above their own little waterfall. The band was already playing something, soft and light and mystical, and it fit so right with that moment that the Doctor wasted no time in placing a hand on Helen's waist, one in her hand, and waltzing them over to the balcony.
Though caught a bit off-guard at first, she quickly and expertly moved into her movements, mirroring his. The familiar crunch of snow greeted them as they came into the balcony. The Doctor leaned on the snow-covered railing, looking out at the colors that splashed across the night sky.
"A while ago, I met with Vincent van Gogh," he said, and Helen joined him.
"How was he?"
"Mad. Depressed... and absolutely brilliant." The Doctor confessed softly, letting his old eyes drink in the richness and wonder that painted the sky. "What he would've given to see something like this. What most people would give to see something like this." He turned and looked at her.
Helen patted his arm gently, a soft look on her face. She could see the pain on his face, even if he tried to hide it-they were both hiding so much, even if it was obvious to the other.
"You've got snow all over yourself." She muttered, with a slight smile-she could tell when the subject needed to be changed.
The Doctor mirrored her gentle curve, and reached a hand up to brush away a snowflake from her eyelashes. "So do you. Is that a problem?"
"No."
title: Snow (prompt)
author: playerpin
word count: 842
rating: PG.
"A gala." Helen looked at the Doctor with a flat look. She was at her desk, writing down a report, and the Doctor had his hands on the other end of the desk, looking incredibly excited about god knew what sort of gala he was planning on whisking her off to.
"Your waltzing is impeccable," he argued, with a smile. "It'd be a crime not to show it off. Now, come on, a bit of fun never hurt anyone! We'll be back in five minutes."
She ignored him for a moment, finishing up one section before looking at him, perking her eyebrows. "Doctor."
He knelt down in front of the desk, looking up at her. "It won't be that long, if what's got you worried is my horrible dancing. Uruz is beautiful at night. The moonlight hits the magnetized zirconium reef just outside of the capital city just right, and prisms shoot across the sky. They mingle with the light of their aurora borealis, and colors explode across the night sky... ones you could only dream would exist. Their gala is only held every fifty years, at random dates and times, I can't predict when the next one will be, that's the only time Uruz opens itself to visitors."
She looked down at her report, and then at him, the young man with old, twinkling eyes. With a lean forward, she flipped his bangs from his eyes and looked down at her work. "What's the dress?" She asked, defeated, trying to keep a smile from her face as he broke out into a wide, wide grin.
"Formal. With a coat, it's a bit chilly there. A lot... chilly, really."
Helen finished the rest of her report as the Doctor ran off-he, too, had to get ready. He promised her that he'd be back at 9:00 sharp to pick her up, and Helen watched him leave, shaking her head.
She waited until then, in her best formal dress (that had been tucked into her closet for a while, once when she had gone with Ashley), speaking to Sally quietly. When the TARDIS appeared in the Sanctuary, Helen frowned, raising an eyebrow and giving him a stern look when he stepped out. "You parked her in the EM shield again."
The Doctor ignored the comment, stepping over. He was dressed in a fairly normal suit, if it wasn't for the white scarf around his neck. Probably for the cold, as he had said. He bent his arm towards her, with a smile. "Taxi for Dr. Helen Magnus," he said with a mischievous smile.
She merely put an arm on his and walked into the TARDIS, her dress swishing behind her as she did.
When they landed, her first step out was crunchy-freshly fallen snow had landed on the grounds of the large palace in front of them, made seemingly of opal, so bits of it shined green and other parts shined red or orange. The Doctor breathed out a cold breath, and glanced over to Helen as she shivered slightly. Her coat wasn't quite as thick as it should've been. He shrugged his off, putting it around her shoulders, and she smiled lightly. "You'll get cold."
"No, not really." He shook his head, locking the TARDIS and going over to the front entrance. The outside was made of opal and the insides were polished ivory; everything seemed to shine.
There were wide, tall windows that displayed the beautiful aurora and the prism-like light off of the zirconium reef, but the best views were from the balconies, eight of them, each above their own little waterfall. The band was already playing something, soft and light and mystical, and it fit so right with that moment that the Doctor wasted no time in placing a hand on Helen's waist, one in her hand, and waltzing them over to the balcony.
Though caught a bit off-guard at first, she quickly and expertly moved into her movements, mirroring his. The familiar crunch of snow greeted them as they came into the balcony. The Doctor leaned on the snow-covered railing, looking out at the colors that splashed across the night sky.
"A while ago, I met with Vincent van Gogh," he said, and Helen joined him.
"How was he?"
"Mad. Depressed... and absolutely brilliant." The Doctor confessed softly, letting his old eyes drink in the richness and wonder that painted the sky. "What he would've given to see something like this. What most people would give to see something like this." He turned and looked at her.
Helen patted his arm gently, a soft look on her face. She could see the pain on his face, even if he tried to hide it-they were both hiding so much, even if it was obvious to the other.
"You've got snow all over yourself." She muttered, with a slight smile-she could tell when the subject needed to be changed.
The Doctor mirrored her gentle curve, and reached a hand up to brush away a snowflake from her eyelashes. "So do you. Is that a problem?"
"No."