capalxii:

imagine Rigsy, in the process of taking care of Clara and Clara’s memory and telling her family, finding her journals

imagine her gran quietly telling him to take them, because she doesn’t trust the government people who’ve been coming by, she doesn’t know what they want with her Clara’s effects

imagine him reading through them. she’d written so much in such a short span after meeting the Doctor–there’s a strange, sad break for a few months, between last summer and last Christmas, but when she picked back up she wrote at an even more feverish pace than before. Jen, holding Lucy close, peers over his shoulders and says she was writing like she was running out of time

imagine him after work, sketching and drawing what he reads. he tells himself it’s idle work, but he tells Lucy the stories, shows her the pictures he’s made to go along with them, and one night Jen tells him he should share it with more than just the two of them

he weaves a universe out of her journals, knowing there’s no way to truthfully reveal her life to the rest of the world, but there’s still a way to tell some part of it. a fantastic adventure, an impossible princess and all the strange and wonderful things she’d seen and done

imagine Christopher Riggins telling her story