An entirely expected visitation

[flowersinhell.livejournal.com]

Characters: Duma, The Eleventh Doctor
Content: The Time Lord visits the Angel
Setting: St Destino Hospital Chapel
Time: Week 28
Warnings: None



Duma had worked hard to make the dusty, disused chapel feel like home. Or as close to home as he could. He had raided every cupboard for candles, the stubs of two dozen different ages lined the pews and altar. He had dusted well, shifting the grime of disuse until the air was no longer thick to breathe. He had pens and old paper, even a nest of sorts, from appropriated pillows in the far corner.

Under the skylights, in three rusted metal buckets, Duma's seeds were beginning to sprout. One group was a lush, light green, and seemed to flicker with the little noises that filtered in from other places. Another was dark and tangly, and grew faster in the moonlight. The last was straggly and dull, and it took all of Duma's patience to make it grow.

The Angel walked purposefully around with a piece of paper, lighting each candle in turn, then he sat down to listen and wait. Nothing in his demeanor betrayed that he was nervous.

Duma was expecting a guest.

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[shout-geronimo.livejournal.com]

This was brilliant! He'd looked through other people's memories before, but that was nothing like this. This was so much more intense, as though it was unfolding before their eyes instead of already in the past. The Doctor looked up at Duma in amazement, about to exclaim at his abilities, when he noticed the difficulty the other was having. Maybe it was best to stay quiet, never mind that he was positively bursting with curiosity. He could always ask later, especially since he didn't know what would happen, should Duma lost his concentration. Most likely, they'd simply return to the chapel, but one never knew. Best not to take risks for now.

So he merely listened attentively, absorbing the information with ease. Once gain, he couldn't help but note how nice it was to run into angels when they were actually the proper sort, never mind the "kind assassins" he'd run into once before.