|My Gaia character in her Halloween outfit. Definitely my best and most ambitious work to date.|
Bones- Stellar"What, didn't you ever want to be an astronaut when you were a kid?"Bones- Stellar by ~saffiremoon21
She stares at him with an expression he's come to understand means that they're not quite on the same page.
"No, not really. I was always more interested in living things. I guess I was a little too grounded to want to go wandering in space."
She grins at him and Booth laughs, partly at the joke, but mostly because she looks so proud of herself. Brennan feels she has a right to be proud; she's gotten better at conversing, better enough that she can now sense that she is supposed to say something at this point in order to keep the conversation going.
And so she asks, "But you wanted to go wandering in space. What stopped you?"
"I didn't realize there was so much science involved," he replies with a grimace, and Brennan can't help laughing at his look of dismay. Privately, she thinks that although Booth might not be a genius, he might have made a good astrona
Dr Who Memories of the FutureShe knows when it comes because she sees his sketchbook lying about. He makes no effort to hide it, and she supposes she should be grateful that he's not keeping secrets from her, or at least not anymore. But it's hard to feel anything other than pain when she knows how much it distresses him.Dr Who Memories of the Future by ~saffiremoon21
They both knew that their new lives together would not be easy. Although he was part human, in many ways he was still very Time Lord and living life in order did not always suit him. And for her, well, she loved him dearly but when had living with the Doctor ever been easy?
During her time on the Tardis, she'd never seen him draw but when he showed up one day with a sketchbook tucked under her arm, she thought little of it, figured it was simply the next in a series of attempts to keep himself busy. It was only a few days later, when she noticed him brooding over the pages and realized that he hadn't been sleeping well, or at a
Doctor Who- Ice SkatingHe'd taken her to palaces, fantastic cities. He'd taken her to meet the Queen, the Face of Boe.Doctor Who- Ice Skating by ~saffiremoon21
She was taking him ice skating.
He was nine hundred and three years old and he'd never been ice skating before.
"Never had a reason to," he told her, smiling.
She hadn't skated for years, but being able to introduce him to something new, when it was so very often the other way around, was irresistible.
So they were here, at an admittedly rather diminutive pond turned neighborhood ice rink.
The TARDIS's impressive and inscrutable wardrobe had yielded up seven pairs of ice skates, and out of the pile, they'd been each able to find a pair that more or less fit. Less, for her case. They were slightly too large, with too much give around her ankles, but she hoped they would suffice.
He took to the ice the way he took to everything else he'd ever tried, with an effortless grace that would have made him easy to hate, if he wasn't so patient a
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