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The Eleventh Doctor is older than the sky itself (oldbutnew) wrote in utr_logs,

They wouldn't be the Doctor if they weren't at least slightly ridiculous. That patchwork coat they'd worn in their sixth incarnation was proof of that, and the scarf from their fourth incarnation too, if he thought about it.

"Same old planet," Eleven patted a tree, rather affectionately, in place of just outright hugging it. If he did that, he'd never want to let go, and someone would have to pry him off. "Silver trees, red grass, those red mountains... and that sky. Glorious as ever."

He'd never forgotten how the planet looked. He never could. It was a shame they hadn't arrived in the morning, because this had him almost longing to see the light of the suns turning the trees into blazing glory. "I'm starting to like this universe more and more the longer I'm here."