mardi 14 janvier 2020

fate (or whatever you want to call it)

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Lee flies high, higher than he's done in some time, until the clouds are sparse and the sky is dark and endless and it reminds him how much things have changed and how they haven't. He leans against the gently swaying basket and looks out on it all. Up here, it feels more like he's gone and left the door or a window open in his TARDIS and he can look out to watch worlds fly by. His gloved hands pass over the controls and his fingers itch, wishing there was an entire console underneath with the live, thrumming heart of his TARDIS below.

Because there is not.

There are no timelines to dip his hands into and no vast multi spiral galaxies to slingshot across. It's only Earth air, and a ceiling of blue until it fades into the black edge of the upper stratosphere, and the reminder of it is like two giant weights attached to each of his hearts. Still, when he looks out at the modicum of vastness this earth has to offer to him, he finds his balance once more.

Words: 3072, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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