Human Nature
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kalleahMy mouth hung open at one point in this episode, and if you read my story The Calm Before The Storm, you might understand why.
First of all, I've always thought our Tenth Doctor was an artist. And his drawing of Rose ... sigh.
This I quote from chapter four of The Calm Before The Storm, which I wrote back in early February. I apparently channeled the future.
Rose's eyes flicked down to his pad and saw with some astonishment that he had flipped to another page and begun to sketch her. A face emerged in lines on the page, then the hair almost seeming to blow in the breeze around it. He worked confidently, easily. Eyes crinkled in laughter, then the mouth, smiling. A lovely face, caught in a moment of delight. Her face, but stronger and brighter and sharper and more beautiful.
"You're good," she said admiringly, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "But it's too pretty to be me."
He looked up, his dark eyes veiled beneath his lashes. "It looks like you to me," he said softly.
Rose's breath caught in her chest. Here it was, another intimate moment, certainly to be foiled by an interruption, or a shift in his mood, or a daft statement from her that would send him off behind the walls he carefully tended between them. She decided to simply be sincere. "Thank you," she said, and smiled again. He lowered his head and worked some finishing touches on the sketch, filling in shadows and background. She watched, transfixed, as he used his thumb to softly smudge a bit, the tenderness of his gesture working magic on her.
This I quote from chapter four of The Calm Before The Storm, which I wrote back in early February. I apparently channeled the future.
Rose's eyes flicked down to his pad and saw with some astonishment that he had flipped to another page and begun to sketch her. A face emerged in lines on the page, then the hair almost seeming to blow in the breeze around it. He worked confidently, easily. Eyes crinkled in laughter, then the mouth, smiling. A lovely face, caught in a moment of delight. Her face, but stronger and brighter and sharper and more beautiful.
"You're good," she said admiringly, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "But it's too pretty to be me."
He looked up, his dark eyes veiled beneath his lashes. "It looks like you to me," he said softly.
Rose's breath caught in her chest. Here it was, another intimate moment, certainly to be foiled by an interruption, or a shift in his mood, or a daft statement from her that would send him off behind the walls he carefully tended between them. She decided to simply be sincere. "Thank you," she said, and smiled again. He lowered his head and worked some finishing touches on the sketch, filling in shadows and background. She watched, transfixed, as he used his thumb to softly smudge a bit, the tenderness of his gesture working magic on her.
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Date: 2007-06-01 12:31 am (UTC)Did Human Nature get your brain working overtime and cause you start putting pieces of the puzzle together for the series finale?
Bits and pieces. I have several theories, and I love the process of unwinding everything and seeing where they're going. It's incredibly entertaining whether or not I am actually right. :)