The Twelfth Doctor and Emily Fitch
When she was just a girl
She expected the world
But it flew away from her reach so
She ran away in her sleep
And dreamed of
Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise, Para-para-paradise
Every time she closed her eyesbackground: source
She should be scared.
Everything she’d ever known about science and physics and the necessities of life, every Hollywood movie she’d ever watched, told her that she should be scared.
But she couldn’t find it in herself to feel fear.
Entire galaxies flew before her eyes, so close she felt like if she simply reached out she could pluck a star and cradle it in her hands. She chose some specifically for herself, these stars that no one else could see without the use of a telescope. Some of them she named; others she just allowed to burn away.
The Doctor’s hand was warm against her back, keeping her firmly in place as she stretched her arms out and tried to get as far out into space as possible. It was a protective hand, fingers hooked into the belt loop at the back of her jeans to make sure she stayed in place.
She looked quickly over her shoulder when she felt the Doctor tug a little. She was reluctant to tear her gaze away from the spectacular sight unfolding in front of her.
Blue eyes twinkled back at her, brighter than any star they’d passed. She felt a surge of affection so deep that she had to blink back tears as she turned back to get a last glimpse of the heavens swirling all around her.
She should be scared.
But she couldn’t find it in herself to feel fear.
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