Tag: celesia
Autumn rose | Maleficent
“So—if we were to hypothetically have a baby, how would you react?”
The Master perks upright while pouring himself and his wife “monkey-picked” oolong tea from a Chinese monastery, suitable to her fanatical taste for the beverage, and continues to pour the tea long after it has filled her cup.
“ … why do you ask?”
His voice is endearingly high and breathless.
Celesia is practically giddy at the chance of being allowed to stay awake past her bedtime. She tries in vain to try and lift the basket packed for a midnight picnic beneath the stars, amongst a grove of fireflies on a planet that isn’t Gallifrey – which is more cause for Celesia to be thrilled, if her unending stream of incoherent consciousness is anything to go on. She watches as Celesia latches herself to her father’s legs with no grace at all, with an excited cry when he enters. “–da!”
Send the Master his babies.
“HehHAH, what’d I do? This is a most blessed visit.”
The Master follows wife and daughter out into that which is reminiscent of the red grassy fields made sacred by memory. He can’t help it: even when on another planet, his mind returns to the place of origin for every happiest state of his hearts. Still, the fireflies are bigger, fatter, and brighter on this planet, as he and Theta both aim to please their beloved babygirl.
“You know, I’m not sure I care, long as I’ve got my girls… . ! What IS it, my brilliant star? Oh golly, you’re joost piping with ideas!”
He bends carefully to hoist Celesia up onto his shoulders.
“Look, Lessie, look! See the lights? Those are bugs! They look like fallen stars, now don’t they? But you know those stars are all big …bigger than this whole field, bigger than ten of these whole fields? They’re joost very, very far away. Wave to them! Wave, loov! There’s a girl! Maybe you have a friend on one of those stars waving back, that you and mum and me’ll get to meet someday, hm? Like mum and I were friends!”
He realizes, of course, from his typically voracious study of child development, that Celesia can probably latch onto only a handful of the words he speaks, but Koschei hates the idea of ever speaking down to his daughter, and so it’s typical that they converse in this manner, her babbles to his full sentences, with mutually feeding enthusiasm.
Icarus 