Song drabble meme!

[governorkang]

the song drabble meme

It's pretty simple and fun, folks. This is how this works!
( 01 ) Have a playlist ready! Don't use all your songs--try and narrow it down a little.
( 02 ) Let everyone know how many songs you're working with. Also, which characters you would be willing to write about.
( 03 ) Others tag your post, picking a character or pairing or friendship or familial relationship or whatever, and then choose a number from your list.
( 04 ) Write a drabble related to that song, using that/those character(s)!

HERE'S THE CATCH:
You only have the length of the song to write a drabble!
(Or, you could, you know.  Just put the song on repeat until you hit a stopping point.  Who's gonna know?)

Here's a handy HTML box, if you so desire!

<b>Characters:</b> -Name || (<lj user="username"></lj> ) -Name || (<lj user="username"></lj> ) <b>Number of Tracks:</b>

Lovingly stolen from axiomnexus~

Comments

[celery-brooch.livejournal.com]

Ohgoodness

Nura and the Fifth Doctor, 120.

I really hope I got his voice right.

[crysteel-future.livejournal.com]

Radio Radio by Brooke White


There comes a time in any friendship (although there are those friendships where not much is divulged) where you become comfortable enough with the person to share your problems.

Nura comes into the Doctor's workspace late at night when she should have been getting some sleep. There are those tiny, almost unnoticeable, bags under her eyes (the doctor has an eye for detail, and spots them the first instance that Nura walks into the library) and a weariness to her smile.

The Doctor doesn't see that he has any right to tell her to turn around and go back to her room and back to sleep, so he lets her walk in, walk over to him, and seat herself on the couch that is half-covered in charts, marking tools, and open books. One book falls off when she seats herself and Nura bends to pick it up - "It's fine," the Doctor says.

He has a chart rolled out on his lap and a strange tome open on the arm rest.

Nura doesn't say anything. She pulls her legs up to her chest and just sits there next to the Doctor, staring at the chart in his lap.

The Doctor can tell that something is definitely on the precog's mind - if her tired appearance didn't give that away first. After a few uncomfortable minutes, someone's voice breaks through the silence. It's Nura, and she's still looking at the chart when she says: "I hate nightmares."

"They aren't exactly pleasant, I agree," the Doctor says.

Nura shakes her head. "Especially when they could be an insight into the future."

The Doctor glances at her out of the corner of his eye - Nura is now looking at the celery brooch on his coat's lapel. "Is that the cause of your anxiety?"

"Mmm..." she murmurs in non-committal. The Doctor has known Nura long enough to know that she doesn't like to admit when she feels weak. Chalk it up to youthful pride and whatnot.

He speaks again, not much softer, but there is a more gentler tone of voice. "I suppose then you would prefer to not talk about what you had foreseen?"

"Mhhhnnhhh."

"You would just like to sit here?"

"Mhmmm."

"Nothing else?"

There is a brief moment of quiet, where Nura doesn't make any sound, and the Doctor looks at the young lady, waiting. Finally, Nura leans against the Doctor, putting her head on his shoulder. The Doctor accepts that as an answer, and turns his head back down to the chart in his lap.

Silence fills the room once again, and it is somewhat companionable.