rec: each piece inextricably
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calufraxStory: each piece inextricably
Author: saywheeeee
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 2190
Author's Summary: The Doctor falls in love with Amy.
Characters/Pairings: Eleven/Amy
Warnings: None; author's summary warns for mild profanity and spoilers through "The Time of Angels."
Recced because: This is a really sweet and gorgeous story. It's formatted as a series of vignettes of Amy's adventures with the Doctor. Saywheeeee really manages to capture the magical, lighthearted atmosphere of early Season-5 Who. The best part is her prose: so lovely, spare, and lyrical. Here's an excerpt:
In the early morning they steal out of the TARDIS into a motionless forest, leaves flashing silver in the rising sun. The fiery sky sets Amy’s ginger hair aflame with color. They walk through scarlet grass as high as their knees, neither of them able to say anything, both listening for birdsong that is never there.
“What is this place?” ventures Amy, barely audible, and he knows she’s not asking for the word Gallifrey, she’s not asking for poetry–he knows she doesn’t know what she’s asking for, and he can’t answer her question, because even after eight centuries he doesn’t know himself. He gives her back her own question, almost hesitantly, and then waits for her words in the still air.
Author: saywheeeee
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 2190
Author's Summary: The Doctor falls in love with Amy.
Characters/Pairings: Eleven/Amy
Warnings: None; author's summary warns for mild profanity and spoilers through "The Time of Angels."
Recced because: This is a really sweet and gorgeous story. It's formatted as a series of vignettes of Amy's adventures with the Doctor. Saywheeeee really manages to capture the magical, lighthearted atmosphere of early Season-5 Who. The best part is her prose: so lovely, spare, and lyrical. Here's an excerpt:
In the early morning they steal out of the TARDIS into a motionless forest, leaves flashing silver in the rising sun. The fiery sky sets Amy’s ginger hair aflame with color. They walk through scarlet grass as high as their knees, neither of them able to say anything, both listening for birdsong that is never there.
“What is this place?” ventures Amy, barely audible, and he knows she’s not asking for the word Gallifrey, she’s not asking for poetry–he knows she doesn’t know what she’s asking for, and he can’t answer her question, because even after eight centuries he doesn’t know himself. He gives her back her own question, almost hesitantly, and then waits for her words in the still air.
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Date: 2012-07-08 01:27 pm (UTC)*RUNS TO FIC*
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Date: 2012-07-08 04:16 pm (UTC)