lostinfic:

The Doctor & Rose } Autumn aesthetic

All these reds and oranges, it
reminds him of Gallifrey. It’s a season that lends itself to melancholy. Rose gives his hand a little squeeze and when he
looks at her, she’s smiling warmly. It’s not a day for sadness. It’s a
day for cozy silences and raindrop kisses, for lingering cups of tea and crispy
leaves under their feet. The stubble on his chin catches in the stiches of her
scarf, and when she laughs, the sun comes out.