InsaneJournal

fandom_muses July

Who would ever think that so much went on in the soul of a young girl? -Anne Frank

"Do you believe in fairy tales?"

"Fairy tales? Well, never thought about it, I guess, because those stories have got to come from someplace. Never thought about them as fairy tales, just sort of tales, you know, stories and - "

He trailed off into a longer, more existential explanation than she would have expected and while she was listening, Rose felt her mind wander. Above them a solar flair was exploding into a rich spiral of colors, some kind of supernova in shades that hadn't been thought of on Earth. It had been his idea, he'd wanted to show her the stars in a way she'd never have been able to see otherwise, and picked a place where he swore the grass tasted like mint.

For now, Rose folded her arms behind her head and let her eyes close. Colors like that don't exist on Earth. I don't think they can be found naturally. Someone or something created them, because a shade just that perfect, it's meant for the sky. Not for someone's dress or jewelry, but for..

"...painting across the stars. I wonder if she sits up in the daylight hours and thinks about what colors she'll use. She probably wears a gown of white because she sees so many colors in a day and night, she'd want to wear something neutral herself. Something that only she could really appreciate. And so when someone makes a wish, she mixes colors in her palette, colors that remind her of their wish, or maybe of their dreams, and she moves her brush across the sky - "

"What's that?"

Rose blinked abruptly, her eyes opening with a start. "What?" she asked, but the Doctor was looking at her with eyes that were a combination of bemused and surprised.

"Quite a story you've got there, Rose Tyler," he said, grinning broadly at her. "I've never heard it before, though. Something Jackie told you?"

Rose smiled again and shook her head. "No, that one's a Rose Tyler original."

"Really? Really! Well, it's brilliant, that's what it is!" The Doctor sprang to his feet, bouncing two or three times on the soft grass. "Sounds a bit like a planet in the galaxy of.."

He was off and running again, catching her hand up in his and pulling her along, but she didn't mind. After all, how often did someone actually get to see something from her own imagination come to life?