Robert Frost FTW! “Nothing Gold Can Stay” is actually my favorite poem. <3
Committed to proving a point, the Doctor had proceeded to order the ham-flavoured ice cream, and when he happened to drop the cone a minute later, it was tragic and entirely accidental and not, as Mickey seemed to believe, “on purpose”.
LOL. I’m glad you figured out a way to keep this scene, because it is so Ten.
She was getting older, his Sarah Jane.
And then came Reinette.
Ahead of him, Rose laughed. She tossed her head back as she did so, her hair a golden-orange under the influence of the Manestrehlan sunset, and the sensation of dread that had shadowed the Doctor since the Krillitanes reared up, tugging at his hearts and settling itself in his stomach.
I really, really like how you’ve drawn the parallels here amongst Sarah Jane, Reinette and Rose. Even with their episodes immediately following each other, I’d never thought of them in this way before. I’m one of those who will probably never be able to accept GitF as in-character for the Doctor, but this helps. It definitely makes more sense in terms of continuity that part of the reason that Ten was so crushed by Reinette’s death is that it was just another reminder that Rose would suffer the same fate, and soon. I also like how the autumnal imagery reflects both that theme and the poem’s.
He tried not to think of each second spent with her as the wasting of some precious finite resource, some reservoir that, once dry, would leave him lost and damaged and so very lonely.
Aw, Ten. :( He totally does have a mental countdown to Rose’s death. He spends so much time “thinking joy into its coffin,” as Donald Miller would say. *hugs Ten*
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Date: 2008-10-16 03:27 pm (UTC)Committed to proving a point, the Doctor had proceeded to order the ham-flavoured ice cream, and when he happened to drop the cone a minute later, it was tragic and entirely accidental and not, as Mickey seemed to believe, “on purpose”.
LOL. I’m glad you figured out a way to keep this scene, because it is so Ten.
She was getting older, his Sarah Jane.
And then came Reinette.
Ahead of him, Rose laughed. She tossed her head back as she did so, her hair a golden-orange under the influence of the Manestrehlan sunset, and the sensation of dread that had shadowed the Doctor since the Krillitanes reared up, tugging at his hearts and settling itself in his stomach.
I really, really like how you’ve drawn the parallels here amongst Sarah Jane, Reinette and Rose. Even with their episodes immediately following each other, I’d never thought of them in this way before. I’m one of those who will probably never be able to accept GitF as in-character for the Doctor, but this helps. It definitely makes more sense in terms of continuity that part of the reason that Ten was so crushed by Reinette’s death is that it was just another reminder that Rose would suffer the same fate, and soon. I also like how the autumnal imagery reflects both that theme and the poem’s.
He tried not to think of each second spent with her as the wasting of some precious finite resource, some reservoir that, once dry, would leave him lost and damaged and so very lonely.
Aw, Ten. :( He totally does have a mental countdown to Rose’s death. He spends so much time “thinking joy into its coffin,” as Donald Miller would say. *hugs Ten*