Don't know either fandom, but it's such a joy to read your writing, which is a sensory experience.
My favorite parts from each:
He opened his eyes and the blurry ceiling looked frighteningly familiar, and he suddenly became aware of the smell of bread: Niobe's bread. Nobody else he knew made it like that, with fennel. Somewhere to his right there was the rumble of a masculine voice he would have recognized in death's river itself.
Ohhhhhh. *weak*
The Doctor was wedged in an open compartment in the TARDIS's floor, his yellow trainers propped directly in front of him and one elbow between his knees. With that hand, he held open a hinged panel, and with the other, his sonic screwdriver. His glasses had slid down, so he'd tilted his head back in order to see the contents of the panel. He put his tongue between his lips.
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My favorite parts from each:
He opened his eyes and the blurry ceiling looked frighteningly familiar, and he suddenly became aware of the smell of bread: Niobe's bread. Nobody else he knew made it like that, with fennel. Somewhere to his right there was the rumble of a masculine voice he would have recognized in death's river itself.
Ohhhhhh. *weak*
The Doctor was wedged in an open compartment in the TARDIS's floor, his yellow trainers propped directly in front of him and one elbow between his knees. With that hand, he held open a hinged panel, and with the other, his sonic screwdriver. His glasses had slid down, so he'd tilted his head back in order to see the contents of the panel. He put his tongue between his lips.
I can so see it. :)