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ladyoftimeThe snow, newly fallen, covers the neighborhood, coating the world with a clean white blanket and the air with its crisp scent. It continues to fall, ever so gently, visible only in the light of the streetlamps. The moon is out, and beautiful.
Someone is singing: God rest ye merry gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay!
Remember when the ol’ Santy Claus
Flew down on Christmas Day-
Dogs howl. The singer, apparently oblivious to her more-than-passing resemblance to a choir of angry cats, has managed to hit six separate keys and slightly more sharps than there are in existence.
“I don’t think that’s right.”
The Doctor sighed and rested her caroling book against her leg. It really was no good taking Luke and his friends out caroling if they were going to correct her at every turn. “That’s the point, see,” she explained, carefully. “If I sang like this-“ (and here her voice became, apparently by some Christmas magic, a quite pleasant alto which could stay on key and sound very good while it was at it) “-Here we come a-wassailing among the leaves so green!, well, then, that wouldn’t be any fun, would it? And people wouldn’t give us all sorts of interesting things to make us go away. See?”
Luke wrinkled his nose in vague objection. “But I thought the point of caroling was to bring Christmas cheer to the neighbourhood by singing traditional Christmas carols.”
Clyde, who had long since given up on making sense of her antics, draped an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders. “That’s not the point, though, is it? The point is: are we almost done with this? Sarah Jane said we can have hot chocolate when we get back.”
Rani (who the Doctor eventually agreed to bring on the caroling excursion, despite a slight mix-up about her name at first) was still newer to the aliens thing, and thus a bit more in awe of the Doctor, but appeared to be hedging her bets with Clyde for this one. “We’ve done caroling, haven’t we? My mum wants me back by nine for decorating the tree-“
Children these days, the Doctor thought with a huff. You had to draw the line somewhere. And somewhere was
“Not,” she said, firmly, “before we’ve hit that,” she waved her hand, vaguely, in the direction of a house with a perfectly ghastly number of light-up Christmas decorations (some of which, she half-suspected, might be those bothersome scavengers in disguise again), “house over there.”
Clyde snorted. “Right, Doctor. And then it’ll be the one the next block over, and the next block after that. We’re going back where it’s not freezing,” he finished, firmly leading Luke back in the direction of the Smith house. Rani gave her an apologetic smile before following them.
“What? No!” The Doctor said, just a little bit too loudly. “Absolutely not! Come on, Luke! We are not daily be-e-ggars, who beg from door to door! But we’re your neighbour’s children, whom you have seen befo- Stop! Stop that right now!”
The trouble, she reflected, with drawing a line in this weather was that it tended to get snowed over.
By the time she trudged into the house (twice; she had to go back to the mat the first time to wipe the rapidly melting snow from her boots and unwrap her likewise drenched red, green, and gold scarf), Luke and Clyde were already in the kitchen with their precious hot chocolate, and Rani off to her house for decorating. “Hello?” she said. “Sarah Jane- oh, there you are!”
She’d have liked to have said, later, that that was the most beautiful she’d seen Sarah Jane ever look, but such things were a little bit out of the Doctor’s considerable understanding. She did look very fetching in her red vest, though, and the Doctor beamed at her rather brightly for it. “Hello, Doctor.”
“Hold on,” she said, quickly, immediately diving into her jacket pockets. “Hold on, just- stay there, hold on, I’ve got something just here- Aha!“ She skipped past the slightly bewildered Sarah Jane to fasten her prize to the doorway top (duct tape, clear, never leave home without it). “There!”
Sarah Jane laughed. “Oh, Doctor.”
One of the nicer things about her current body and height, the Doctor felt, was that she could kiss her companions whenever she liked and didn’t have to lean down so much. You could get a serious crick in your neck doing something like that, which was why-
Clyde stuck his head into the room from the kitchen door, Luke’s hand tightly grasped in his. “Are you lot going to be at that all night? Other people have important mistletoe traditions to teach-”
Both women parted lips immediately: “No!”
Fortunately, the world chose just that moment to be invaded by aliens.
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Prompt: 262 - Lines
Word Count: 802
Happy Christmas, everyone! :D
Someone is singing: God rest ye merry gentlemen,
Let nothing you dismay!
Remember when the ol’ Santy Claus
Flew down on Christmas Day-
Dogs howl. The singer, apparently oblivious to her more-than-passing resemblance to a choir of angry cats, has managed to hit six separate keys and slightly more sharps than there are in existence.
“I don’t think that’s right.”
The Doctor sighed and rested her caroling book against her leg. It really was no good taking Luke and his friends out caroling if they were going to correct her at every turn. “That’s the point, see,” she explained, carefully. “If I sang like this-“ (and here her voice became, apparently by some Christmas magic, a quite pleasant alto which could stay on key and sound very good while it was at it) “-Here we come a-wassailing among the leaves so green!, well, then, that wouldn’t be any fun, would it? And people wouldn’t give us all sorts of interesting things to make us go away. See?”
Luke wrinkled his nose in vague objection. “But I thought the point of caroling was to bring Christmas cheer to the neighbourhood by singing traditional Christmas carols.”
Clyde, who had long since given up on making sense of her antics, draped an arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders. “That’s not the point, though, is it? The point is: are we almost done with this? Sarah Jane said we can have hot chocolate when we get back.”
Rani (who the Doctor eventually agreed to bring on the caroling excursion, despite a slight mix-up about her name at first) was still newer to the aliens thing, and thus a bit more in awe of the Doctor, but appeared to be hedging her bets with Clyde for this one. “We’ve done caroling, haven’t we? My mum wants me back by nine for decorating the tree-“
Children these days, the Doctor thought with a huff. You had to draw the line somewhere. And somewhere was
“Not,” she said, firmly, “before we’ve hit that,” she waved her hand, vaguely, in the direction of a house with a perfectly ghastly number of light-up Christmas decorations (some of which, she half-suspected, might be those bothersome scavengers in disguise again), “house over there.”
Clyde snorted. “Right, Doctor. And then it’ll be the one the next block over, and the next block after that. We’re going back where it’s not freezing,” he finished, firmly leading Luke back in the direction of the Smith house. Rani gave her an apologetic smile before following them.
“What? No!” The Doctor said, just a little bit too loudly. “Absolutely not! Come on, Luke! We are not daily be-e-ggars, who beg from door to door! But we’re your neighbour’s children, whom you have seen befo- Stop! Stop that right now!”
The trouble, she reflected, with drawing a line in this weather was that it tended to get snowed over.
By the time she trudged into the house (twice; she had to go back to the mat the first time to wipe the rapidly melting snow from her boots and unwrap her likewise drenched red, green, and gold scarf), Luke and Clyde were already in the kitchen with their precious hot chocolate, and Rani off to her house for decorating. “Hello?” she said. “Sarah Jane- oh, there you are!”
She’d have liked to have said, later, that that was the most beautiful she’d seen Sarah Jane ever look, but such things were a little bit out of the Doctor’s considerable understanding. She did look very fetching in her red vest, though, and the Doctor beamed at her rather brightly for it. “Hello, Doctor.”
“Hold on,” she said, quickly, immediately diving into her jacket pockets. “Hold on, just- stay there, hold on, I’ve got something just here- Aha!“ She skipped past the slightly bewildered Sarah Jane to fasten her prize to the doorway top (duct tape, clear, never leave home without it). “There!”
Sarah Jane laughed. “Oh, Doctor.”
One of the nicer things about her current body and height, the Doctor felt, was that she could kiss her companions whenever she liked and didn’t have to lean down so much. You could get a serious crick in your neck doing something like that, which was why-
Clyde stuck his head into the room from the kitchen door, Luke’s hand tightly grasped in his. “Are you lot going to be at that all night? Other people have important mistletoe traditions to teach-”
Both women parted lips immediately: “No!”
Fortunately, the world chose just that moment to be invaded by aliens.
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theatrical_musePrompt: 262 - Lines
Word Count: 802
Happy Christmas, everyone! :D
