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Entry tags:
Doctor Who, "Taste the Sun" Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler | rated PG
Fandom: Doctor Who
Title: Taste the Sun
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
paynesgrey
Characters/Pairings: Ninth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Nine/Rose
Rated: PG
Word Count: 440
Warnings/Spoilers: None.
Notes: For "The Parting of Ways" finale. Written for the "Sun" theme for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
who_contest.
Other Links: AO3 | FFnet | Teaspoon
Summary: When he kisses her, he swallows the sun.
When he kisses her, he swallows the sun.
All of time, all of space - death, life and rebirth all on the tip of her tongue, burning through his lips and teeth, tearing through the inside of his brain.The Bad Wolf, the signs he should have deduced - a warning all along, and also - a promise of hope.
In the midst of chaos, he can taste her - it’s lovely and sweet, and a breath of her humanity sings like a silent hum among the screams of stars and fates. The Vortex rips through him like fiberglass, stripping away at his anger, his fear, and his love.
He thinks that one kiss is what he deserves. It’s one last gift for saving Rose’s life. He knows the outcome even if she doesn’t. So he enjoys her lips beyond the energy coursing through him. He staggers from the force, but he still has enough strength to hold her, to feel her falter as their lips begin to part.
Lightly - she falls softly against him as the burning consumes him. He hears her breath, and he knows that she’s okay.
You were fantastic, he thinks. That kiss - as dire and painful as it was - is worth it.
Pain explodes through him, and he feels the energy begin to eat away at his body. It’s just flesh, he muses. It’s just a body. He’s got a couple more in stock. He can take one for Rose.
Maybe I’ve had enough in this form, he thinks. One last kiss goodbye…
The energy doesn’t stay long, just enough to do the damage. He’s assumed the cost since he’d set his eyes on her lips, knowing what he has to do for her one last time.
Secure in the TARDIS, he looks down to see Rose waking up. He’s already begun to sweat as he leans into the console, keying in commands to have the ship on a safer course. He doesn’t have much time left until the change takes place. He may have only a little chance to explain.
Remnants of the Vortex still ache inside his dying body, and he has to put on an act for a bewildered Rose, just enough time to reassure her so she doesn’t panic.
Does he have time? He can already feel his flesh scorching inside. The Vortex leaves her mark, but his fail safe is kicking in.
He wonders what the next body will be like. He’ll remember, but it won’t be the same. Maybe he won’t remember much.
The Doctor just hopes that in his new life he at least remembers Rose’s kiss.
Title: Taste the Sun
Author:
paynesgreyCharacters/Pairings: Ninth Doctor, Rose Tyler, Nine/Rose
Rated: PG
Word Count: 440
Warnings/Spoilers: None.
Notes: For "The Parting of Ways" finale. Written for the "Sun" theme for
who_contest.Other Links: AO3 | FFnet | Teaspoon
Summary: When he kisses her, he swallows the sun.
When he kisses her, he swallows the sun.
All of time, all of space - death, life and rebirth all on the tip of her tongue, burning through his lips and teeth, tearing through the inside of his brain.The Bad Wolf, the signs he should have deduced - a warning all along, and also - a promise of hope.
In the midst of chaos, he can taste her - it’s lovely and sweet, and a breath of her humanity sings like a silent hum among the screams of stars and fates. The Vortex rips through him like fiberglass, stripping away at his anger, his fear, and his love.
He thinks that one kiss is what he deserves. It’s one last gift for saving Rose’s life. He knows the outcome even if she doesn’t. So he enjoys her lips beyond the energy coursing through him. He staggers from the force, but he still has enough strength to hold her, to feel her falter as their lips begin to part.
Lightly - she falls softly against him as the burning consumes him. He hears her breath, and he knows that she’s okay.
You were fantastic, he thinks. That kiss - as dire and painful as it was - is worth it.
Pain explodes through him, and he feels the energy begin to eat away at his body. It’s just flesh, he muses. It’s just a body. He’s got a couple more in stock. He can take one for Rose.
Maybe I’ve had enough in this form, he thinks. One last kiss goodbye…
The energy doesn’t stay long, just enough to do the damage. He’s assumed the cost since he’d set his eyes on her lips, knowing what he has to do for her one last time.
Secure in the TARDIS, he looks down to see Rose waking up. He’s already begun to sweat as he leans into the console, keying in commands to have the ship on a safer course. He doesn’t have much time left until the change takes place. He may have only a little chance to explain.
Remnants of the Vortex still ache inside his dying body, and he has to put on an act for a bewildered Rose, just enough time to reassure her so she doesn’t panic.
Does he have time? He can already feel his flesh scorching inside. The Vortex leaves her mark, but his fail safe is kicking in.
He wonders what the next body will be like. He’ll remember, but it won’t be the same. Maybe he won’t remember much.
The Doctor just hopes that in his new life he at least remembers Rose’s kiss.