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In All But Name | | ofcircusilksandtea

The moon above the planet Torlan hung in a decaying orbit shockingly close to the planet's surface. It's massive silver face all but consumed the lavender skies overhead. Naturally high winds were blocked by a nearby range of high mountains, creating an uncommonly benevolent spot on the otherwise inhospitable terrain and a shining 51st century city glistened in the near distance across a lake the color of iolite. The Doctor smiled as he leaned against a railing and looked out over a botanical garden the likes of which would never be seen on Earth. "Not bad work with limited space, is it?" he asked, turning slightly toward Asha. "Human ingenuity at it's finest. You lot were the first to imagine that colonization might even be possible here. Always on the lookout for a diamond in the rough... I suppose I'm lucky that's the case as well, aren't I?" His eyes twinkled as he favored her with an understated smile. Truth be told, he was nervous and he didn't fully understand why. Technically speaking, they'd been together nearly her entire life. He had no plans to leave her. Much as he feared being present for her slow decline, the alternative no longer appealed to him at all. Still, this was not something he asked lightly. In fact it was something he had only asked on other person in over a thousand years and it had been one of his own species then. Hearts thundering away beneath his ribs, the Doctor reached into his pocket as he turned to face her fully. "There's a reason I brought you here, Asha. I've got something important to ask you..."

His own people's traditions differed greatly from those on Earth and the customs of Asha's own people didn't really apply, neither one of them having family worth involving in the process. For that reason, he had chosen the more simple traditions of Great Britain. It had become his home away from home after all. “Probably-- Should’ve done this a long time ago...” Feeling awkward and still a bit out of his depth, he got down on one knee in front of her and opened the small, leather box for her to see. "Asha Vimal, will you marry me?"

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"I would know you in death, at the end of the world."

“I wouldn’t have it any other way. But do you believe in such things? I’m not sure I do, but I’ve been wrong before. Do you think Time Lords and humans would live together there? Do you think they’d let me keep you, knowing all I’ve done?”

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//Okay, so as you know I had both a fluffy and an angsty idea for this. And I was soooo clooooseee to actually going with fluff for once. And then you said those five magic little words~ "Why can't it be both?"....Why, indeed. ^^So without further ado, I give you-- BOTH.

Following their rather unfortunate trip to visit Asha's parents, there were few good points to reflect on. Still, they had managed to collect a few of her old belongings before they left. As the Doctor carried a box in to set it on their bed, a small journal dropped out and hit the floor. He picked it up and noticed a young Asha's messy scrawl on the pages. A diary. Though he quickly snapped it shut and dropped it back into the box, he noticed that a thin sheet of paper had fallen to the floor, unfolding on the way. As he picked it up, he didn't quite check his ability to speed read and one glance was all it took. It was a letter. Written to him.Settling himself onto the edge of the bed, the Doctor unfolded the letter and read it more carefully. A smile curled up the corners of his mouth as teenage Asha revealed her secret feelings, her crush on his other face. Of course the pretty boy had caught her eye, he thought with a shake of his head.He was still chuckling warmly at the heartfelt but melodramatic words of a pre-teen in love when Asha entered the room. He watched her skin flush with the same amused delight on his face and folded the letter carefully once more. "I didn't mean to read it, but I'm glad I did." The Doctor crossed the room and wrapped his arms around her, kissing away her embarrassment. "You were adorable," he said, booping the tip of her nose affectionately and kissing her cheek. "And I love you too."----------------------Decades had passed since that day and now the Doctor's bed was empty once again. Try as she might to stay by his side, Asha could not have stayed forever. He had known that from the start but that didn't make it easy. It didn't make it fair.The days and weeks since she had passed had run together. The Time Lord with no grasp of time, now there was a novelty. He wandered the empty corridors of his legendary ship aimlessly and without purpose. He knew that he needed to sort himself out, for her sake more than his. He had made a promise. But that didn't make it easy.He rifled through her things, needing to feel closer to her, to have her back somehow. As he lifted an old, decaying box down from the bedroom closet, a tattered note slipped out, inked in childish script. It took him back.One hundred years from daisy chains and stargazing, through sorrow, joy, and loss, to waxy skin stretched over frail hands, light fading from dark eyes with a smile. One human life.Hands trembled and a single tear slid down his cheek and landed on the fragile paper. He brushed it away, so careful now to mind the ink. On a page a little girl declared her heart to her best friend: a man from beyond the stars who could only be there sometimes, but whom she would always love.As his tears began to fall in earnest, the Doctor's fingers touched on something else that had become stuck to the back of the note. A photograph of them together that she had insisted they take because she said she didn't have any pictures of his new face. In the photo he was doing his best to look grumpy and put out but a sparkle of affection flashed behind his eyes as she had tugged him playfully closer to her. In the present, the Doctor smoothed the tattered edges with his thumb. "You were everything to me," he whispered. "And I will always love you too."

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Important Questions

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Karter was nervous. Hell, he didn’t think he’d ever been so nervous in his entire life. It felt like his whole life was revolving around this one day, this one evening, this one question. But it needed to be asked.

“Are you sure there isn’t a rash on my neck? I’ve never in my life had an allergy to lei’s but I swear, either they put poison ivy in it, or a killer mosquito must have snuck by me.” Karter said as Asha was just finishing getting ready to go.

They were headed to a luau on the beach where festivities abounded. Traditional music, hula dancers, fire artists, and folklore were the entertainment for the night. And for the meal, a wide spread of traditional Hawaiian luau dishes had been prepared for hotel guests.

But once the dinner and show began to die down, he asked Asha to join him for a walk, as the sun would be setting soon, and with the slowly cooling air, the sand was comfortable to walk without burning their feet.

He walked along a ways, chatting with her about the things she liked at the luau and how she’d felt about the islands since they’d arrived the previous day.

When he got to an area that seemed relatively private, he laid out a large beach towel he’d brought with him, and sat down, motioning for her to sit as well to admire the view of the sun setting over the ocean. “There are few things more peaceful than a quiet sunset,” he said casually, though his heart felt like it was skipping beats in anxious anticipation.

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( ↖ - The diary entry from the day our muse’s met. )

‘ I knew there was areason the circus is one of my favorite of places to go.

Now I have anotherreason.

A better reason than just getting away insome place full of new noise.

She’s gorgeous, andshe walks on air like a silk angel and that’s exactly what she is.

We hit it off like we’dknown each other for ages-

She kept me from gettingrun over by a clown, and invited me over for tea.

She wouldn’t have, ifshe knew me.

She shouldn’t have-

But she did.

I hope i can see her again.

It’s not every day you find something worth waking up for in the morning. ‘

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Culture Shock | | Malcolm & Asha

It was late at 10 Downing and everybody was in a mood. The regime change was going far from smoothly and the press had gotten their hands on several juicy little morsels of scandal that simply refused to die.

Rubbing at his temples, Malcolm followed Ben down the stairs and cast a hateful glare at the back of the other man's head. Every word out of Ben's mouth tended to dig whatever hole happened to be about even deeper. Right now it was only increasing the building pressure in Malcolm's skull but he was so exhausted that for once he didn't bother to comment.

He barely spared a glance at the housekeeper who was efficiently polishing the wooden railing as they came down. The most imperceptible nod in her direction the only form of acknowledgement that his tired mind could muster. Up ahead he heard Ben the merry oaf open his mouth once again, this time directing his drivel at the woman who stood below.

"Put your back into it sweetheart; you missed a spot," he joked haughtily. Malcolm rolled his eyes. What a fucking twat. He turned his head to shoot the woman a commiserating look that would have read, 'Do you see what I have to fucking deal with?' when he was stopped instead by the split-second image of her deliberately swiping her rag out in front of Ben's foot.

Down went Humpty Dumpty in a tangle of limbs, thankfully not too far up from the bottom; Malcolm wasn't in the mood to wait around for an ambulance at this hour. All the same, thick brows lifted as he caught the woman's eyes and a barely suppressed smirk played about his lips. The moment passed and his eyes flashed over to Ben, covering quickly with a hearty, "Jesus, Ben! Watch where you're fuckin' going! We don't want that visionary mind of yours all splattered across the fucking marble!"

Malc flashed a tiny wink in the direction of the housekeeper and continued down the steps as Ben clambered to his feet. "That fucking cunt!" Ben bawled furiously.

"What cunt? You tripped. Walk it off; move on. We've got more important shit to worry about."

"I didn't, though! That bitch tripped me!"

As Ben rounded on the maid with an accusingly over-dramatic, pointed finger, Malcolm's shoulders slumped in defeat and he rubbed at his temples in an attempt to keep his composure. His night just kept getting longer.

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To Write Love On Her Arms | | ofcircusilksandtea

Long legs carried the Doctor just ahead of Asha down a corridor of the TARDIS that was lesser known to her even after so long. Her hand was clasped firmly in his and the feeling was a bit exhilarating. Just feeling able to touch her again was remarkable. This face was not overly fond of being touched by most people. It felt entirely too personal for him. The flip side of it, however, was that when it was personal, like with Asha, it felt several thousand times more important.

So many years had been spent in the TARDIS, and before that at her home, watching Asha mark her skin with complicated patterns that her people called henna. At first he had missed the point a bit, confused by spending so much time on something that would only last a few weeks. As time went on he began to understand that the value was in the act itself, the creation. Now he had come to view it with a certain symbolism. Putting so much care and effort...emotion even, in a sense, into something so fleeting... Well, if that wasn't his relationship with Asha summed up, he didn't know what was.

The Doctor had always had a certain affinity for art. While he had always been quite passable at it, these new hands of his with their long, finely articulated fingers, were particularly well-suited to such pursuits. One of the few features of this model that was a genuine improvement. Several weeks ago, when the rekindling of their relationship had still been brand new and Asha had showered him with gifts as was her way, it had occured to him that he had so little to give her. She had immersed him in her culture, shared her world and her planet with him, showered him with trinkets and baubles, and he had nothing to offer her in return. His planet was lost, his culture was dead, no treasures from the Time Lords remained that did not reside in this blue box. Just a box and the universe and that troubled him. She deserved something more personal after all they had shared.

So he had set about planning a gift that would, with luck, blend her world together with his... and help to blend them together once more as well. He had studied and practiced, sketched and resketched the design until it was perfect and now he was ready to give her his gift. So with his usual cryptic air he had asked her to follow him.

Turning back to offer her an encouraging smile, he pushed open a door they had stopped in front of. Inside, the spacey designs of the ship gave way to the rich hues and fine furnishings of a Victorian salon. Hardwood floors lay covered with plush, sprawling rugs and heavy leather furniture. Bookshelves towered toward the ceiling, interpersed with tapestries and oil paintings. The far wall was dominated by a roaring fireplace surrounded by a cluster of chairs and a sumptuous rug. His smile turned enigmatic and ever so slightly suggestive as he led her forward.

A small table in front of the fireplace held an assortment of henna inks which hinted to his purpose. "I thought that I would give you something," he began quietly. "It's a pity that you'll always be so removed from my people and their culture. I think you would have found them fascinating and they you...at least the ones I got on with. Your henna gave me an idea, though, and...with your permission of course, I would like to--" He faltered for just a moment, wondering how one even asked such a thing. "--to paint on you."

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