Desperately straining his vocal cords in order to respond, Leander made a weird choking noise and was suddenly caught in a furious coughing fit. It tore through his body in waves and his sight started to darken in the edges. The newcomer immediately rushed to his side, alarmed, and supported him around his shoulders and waist. It seemed to last infinitely, but the burning sensation left his system suddenly, when something small and shiny flew through the air and landed in the grass nearby.
The stranger made sure Leander was okay and got down to one knee to examine what seemed to be a tiny sapphire reflecting sunlight from every facet of its surface. He mumbled something to himself, plundering in his pockets. Leander stretched out his neck to see the miracle, too, but dizzy as he was, he lost balance again and fell on top of the Doctor, who let out a groan of pain.
"I'm so sorry, sir!" Leander bemusedly exclaimed, quickly rolling off the collapsed man's back and clasping his hands over his own mouth at the same time. He could speak again!
"Sir, my name is Leander," he breathlessly said as he helped his saviour up in turn. "I do not have the slightest idea what's happening, nor do I know why I'm able to talk right now or why I haven't fled already, but I'm very grateful to you. Thank you - you probably just saved my life." As a cultivated young gentleman, he straightened up and saluted the man.
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For a while Leander wasn't able to do anything but stare. The stranger was an equal match - he patiently stared back, his hand extended, his eyebrow raised like a question mark. It was difficult to say which was more peculiar – a fine-looking suited man stepping out of a box that fell from the heavens or his unexpected friendliness. Either way, the situation was fishy, but for the first time in forever he didn't feel that rush of panic he usually did when faced with an absolute stranger. Instead there was unexplainable excitement bubbling up inside him. He badly wanted to say something, but no sound would come out.
Cursing his muteness in his mind, he shyly scanned the potential madman’s face, hoping to find an answer to what he had just witnessed. It betrayed nothing whatsoever – an open-hearted smile, kind and timeless eyes – everything referred to an utterly pleasant persoon. The man was still waiting and after a long, awkward silence, he burst out laughing, took Leander’s limp hand from his side and shook it himself.
Cursing his muteness in his mind, he shyly scanned the potential madman’s face, hoping to find an answer to what he had just witnessed. It betrayed nothing whatsoever – an open-hearted smile, kind and timeless eyes – everything referred to an utterly pleasant persoon. The man was still waiting and after a long, awkward silence, he burst out laughing, took Leander’s limp hand from his side and shook it himself.
The atmosphere at the Dancys' dinner table that night was unusually quiet. The master of the house ate in silence, his brow furrowed in determination, his eyes never leaving the plate. Mrs Dancy had been worriedly glancing at her sons and husband in turn the whole time and soon gave up trying to keep the conversation going.
"Papa, when are we going to talk about Leander?" the older brother Thomas eventually blurted out, unable to bear the tension. Mr Dancy shot an icy look in his direction and gave no reply. Leander, the man in question, tried to put a brave face on it, but he could feel his hands beginning to shake and dropped half of his peas before they reached their destination.
"Son, if there's anything I can..." Mrs Dancy began, reaching for his hand across the table.
"NO!" Mr Dancy roared, "You can't do anything! Our son is a hopeless case, a failed specimen. I have tried, God knows I have. This was the fourth university in a row to decline because this ungrateful creature CANNOT OPEN HIS DAMN MOUTH! I wash my hands of you. Go then, live as a beggar on the streets, but don't come to my door, because I will kick you out like any ordinary rat. These are the life choices you've made. I don't have the power to change them. That is all." With these words Mr Dancy rose, made for the door and slammed it with an earth-shattering bang.
"My poor boy," Mrs Dancy said through tears as his husband's footsteps faded away.
"I knew it was going to happen, Mother. It always does. I'm so sorry." Leander got up and rushed out of the room, ignoring the lump in his throat and the stinging in his eyes. He sprinted through the hall, out of the front door and into the pine forest until he was out of breath, completely out of view and hearing distance.
Collapsing on an old mossy stump, he stifled a sob. It was obvious he would end up like this, but he had never wanted to accept it. They'd applied for Oxford, Cambridge, Glasgow, now London and he would've got in, judging by his intellectual skills, but every time he'd miserably butchered the interview part, because when having a conversation under pressure, strict order or in any other situation with a stranger, there would be a click in his head and he wouldn't be able to speak. He'd just stare into the distance, open and close his mouth like a fish on dry land and feel terrible about himself. He needed to get in, in order to pursue the career his parents had chosen for him, but now their hopes were crushed and there was nothing he could do about it. Thomas would inherit everything and Leander would be a laughing stock for the rest of his life, because his disability wasn't going to get any better.
The young man sat for about half an hour, absorbed in bitter thoughts, fingers buried in tangly red hair. Suddenly, the light breeze freshened. Chilly wind tore at his jacket and Leander downheartedly got up. He hadn't moved five feet when he came to a sudden stop. The air was filled with a strange whirring sound, very distinct, and there was something vaguely familiar about it, like he had heard it before in his childhood. It felt oddly good and the lad stood for a while, bewitched. A loud crack above his head sent shivers down his spine and he looked up to see the most extraordinary sight. A blue box approached, crashing into treetops, causing huge branches to fall. Leander retreated a safe distance and kept staring. The box poked the bark off another unfortunate pine tree and finally landed with a loud thump.
At first nothing happened. What appeared to be a wooden blue life-size rectangle had "police public call box" written on it. Leander had no idea what that meant, but he didn't flee like he usually did when there was a possibility of a social encounter. Instead, he cautiously crept closer until the doors were in front of him. Before he could do anything, the doors flew open just inches from his face and deep brown eyes looked into his. With a gasp Leander backpedaled and tripped on a branch, landing on his back.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. Here, let me lend you a hand. There's a good lad, that's it." A tall, skinny man in a dark blue suit, his hazel hair even wilder than Leander's, helped him up, brushed pine needles off his jacket and bared his teeth in a wide grin.
"Hello, I'm the Doctor. To whom do I owe the pleasure?"
"Papa, when are we going to talk about Leander?" the older brother Thomas eventually blurted out, unable to bear the tension. Mr Dancy shot an icy look in his direction and gave no reply. Leander, the man in question, tried to put a brave face on it, but he could feel his hands beginning to shake and dropped half of his peas before they reached their destination.
"Son, if there's anything I can..." Mrs Dancy began, reaching for his hand across the table.
"NO!" Mr Dancy roared, "You can't do anything! Our son is a hopeless case, a failed specimen. I have tried, God knows I have. This was the fourth university in a row to decline because this ungrateful creature CANNOT OPEN HIS DAMN MOUTH! I wash my hands of you. Go then, live as a beggar on the streets, but don't come to my door, because I will kick you out like any ordinary rat. These are the life choices you've made. I don't have the power to change them. That is all." With these words Mr Dancy rose, made for the door and slammed it with an earth-shattering bang.
"My poor boy," Mrs Dancy said through tears as his husband's footsteps faded away.
"I knew it was going to happen, Mother. It always does. I'm so sorry." Leander got up and rushed out of the room, ignoring the lump in his throat and the stinging in his eyes. He sprinted through the hall, out of the front door and into the pine forest until he was out of breath, completely out of view and hearing distance.
Collapsing on an old mossy stump, he stifled a sob. It was obvious he would end up like this, but he had never wanted to accept it. They'd applied for Oxford, Cambridge, Glasgow, now London and he would've got in, judging by his intellectual skills, but every time he'd miserably butchered the interview part, because when having a conversation under pressure, strict order or in any other situation with a stranger, there would be a click in his head and he wouldn't be able to speak. He'd just stare into the distance, open and close his mouth like a fish on dry land and feel terrible about himself. He needed to get in, in order to pursue the career his parents had chosen for him, but now their hopes were crushed and there was nothing he could do about it. Thomas would inherit everything and Leander would be a laughing stock for the rest of his life, because his disability wasn't going to get any better.
The young man sat for about half an hour, absorbed in bitter thoughts, fingers buried in tangly red hair. Suddenly, the light breeze freshened. Chilly wind tore at his jacket and Leander downheartedly got up. He hadn't moved five feet when he came to a sudden stop. The air was filled with a strange whirring sound, very distinct, and there was something vaguely familiar about it, like he had heard it before in his childhood. It felt oddly good and the lad stood for a while, bewitched. A loud crack above his head sent shivers down his spine and he looked up to see the most extraordinary sight. A blue box approached, crashing into treetops, causing huge branches to fall. Leander retreated a safe distance and kept staring. The box poked the bark off another unfortunate pine tree and finally landed with a loud thump.
At first nothing happened. What appeared to be a wooden blue life-size rectangle had "police public call box" written on it. Leander had no idea what that meant, but he didn't flee like he usually did when there was a possibility of a social encounter. Instead, he cautiously crept closer until the doors were in front of him. Before he could do anything, the doors flew open just inches from his face and deep brown eyes looked into his. With a gasp Leander backpedaled and tripped on a branch, landing on his back.
"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. Here, let me lend you a hand. There's a good lad, that's it." A tall, skinny man in a dark blue suit, his hazel hair even wilder than Leander's, helped him up, brushed pine needles off his jacket and bared his teeth in a wide grin.
"Hello, I'm the Doctor. To whom do I owe the pleasure?"
The Doctor is broken - the love of his life trapped in a parallel universe with his human replica, his best friend's memory wiped of the wonderful time they spent together. All the people he holds dear are now living their own lives and, truth be told, better off without him. This way the only one he can hurt is himself.
He continues travelling to old and new locations and times to keep his mind off thoughts that torture him. The Doctor won't admit it to himself, but he's in grave need of a companion.
Forced to an emergency landing in 19th century England, the Doctor bumps into Leander Dancy, a young bright gentleman, who's going through a difficult time and struggles to find his purpose in life. This encounter may lead to events that will change both the lad and the Time Lord beyond recognition.
Well, now there's only one thing left to do. Allons-y!
He continues travelling to old and new locations and times to keep his mind off thoughts that torture him. The Doctor won't admit it to himself, but he's in grave need of a companion.
Forced to an emergency landing in 19th century England, the Doctor bumps into Leander Dancy, a young bright gentleman, who's going through a difficult time and struggles to find his purpose in life. This encounter may lead to events that will change both the lad and the Time Lord beyond recognition.
Well, now there's only one thing left to do. Allons-y!
Hi there, Ivan (◕‿◕✿) Thanks for the warm welcome, of course I'd love to RP with you, looking forward to it!
Ah, hello @TenthDoctorFan! Right back at you c: Hoping to hear more from you! It seems we might have a few things in common *coughs* superwho(lock) *coughs*
Hi guys! I have never RP'ed before and I wanted to know what it'd be like. My friend is really active in one of these forums, so I thought I'd give it a go :) Nice to meet y'all!
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