Now she's seen so many places that could be called paradise, all painted in their own colors- she doesn't think that conclusion holds true anymore. Mauve and teal streaked skies over a violet setting sun, white marbled sand stretching on around her. Grey and blue mountains swathed with rich maroon trees, reaching up into skies that hold moons in all the colors she never thought existed. Buildings as ancient as the universe, twisting together in patterns too intricate for her to trace.
Her definition of a physical place of paradise expanded far beyond what just one planet could hold.
If it's possible to feel the abstract, she thinks she has experienced paradise. Alien fingers twined in her own, the double pulse of veins that are part of a binary-vascular system against her palm. Cool lips against her skin, the rustle of fabric when clothes are shed, the occasional accidental crunch of a celery stick. Stars, moons, planets and galaxies traced on her skin with skilled fingers, soft sighs and low moans that echo in the cosmos around them.
When she lets herself experience all those things, she knows that is how paradise should make you feel. How she would define the emotion of such a place.
So, now that she has more to go on, more to base her guesses (for nothing can really be a fact) she says that paradise is blue, just the right amount. The particular shade of the door that brought her out into the universe, and opened the way to the Doctor.
requests Davros/Dalek, Jo Grant/Dalek, Lost Moon of Poosh(Midnight, Journey's End)/TARDIS
Fifth Doctor/Todd (from Kinda)
Now she's seen so many places that could be called paradise, all painted in their own colors- she doesn't think that conclusion holds true anymore. Mauve and teal streaked skies over a violet setting sun, white marbled sand stretching on around her. Grey and blue mountains swathed with rich maroon trees, reaching up into skies that hold moons in all the colors she never thought existed. Buildings as ancient as the universe, twisting together in patterns too intricate for her to trace.
Her definition of a physical place of paradise expanded far beyond what just one planet could hold.
If it's possible to feel the abstract, she thinks she has experienced paradise. Alien fingers twined in her own, the double pulse of veins that are part of a binary-vascular system against her palm. Cool lips against her skin, the rustle of fabric when clothes are shed, the occasional accidental crunch of a celery stick. Stars, moons, planets and galaxies traced on her skin with skilled fingers, soft sighs and low moans that echo in the cosmos around them.
When she lets herself experience all those things, she knows that is how paradise should make you feel. How she would define the emotion of such a place.
So, now that she has more to go on, more to base her guesses (for nothing can really be a fact) she says that paradise is blue, just the right amount. The particular shade of the door that brought her out into the universe, and opened the way to the Doctor.
requests Davros/Dalek, Jo Grant/Dalek, Lost Moon of Poosh(Midnight, Journey's End)/TARDIS