Submission (#3881) Approved

The night sky was a blanket of twinkling stars, each one a tiny beacon of light in the vast darkness above. In the midst of a serene, secluded forest, a small campsite glowed with the warmth of a crackling fire. The trees whispered secrets to one another as the gentle breeze rustled their leaves, creating a symphony of nature's nocturnal sounds. At the heart of this peaceful scene sat the 11th Doctor and Daemon, nestled close together on a worn, checkered blanket and the flickering flames of their camp.
The Doctor, with his trademark bow tie slightly askew and his tweed jacket discarded to the side, leaned back on his elbows, gazing up at the night sky. His usually wild, chestnut hair was gently tousled by the wind, and a contented smile played on his lips. Beside him, Daemon, a striking figure with an enigmatic aura, was equally relaxed, which softened as he looked at the Doctor, his expression one of pure adoration.
"You know," the Doctor began, his voice breaking the comfortable silence, "I’ve seen countless stars in countless skies, but there’s something incredibly special about sharing this one with you." His tone was playful yet sincere, a testament to the deep bond they shared.
Daemon chuckled softly, his laughter a deep, melodic sound that sent shivers of delight down the Doctor’s spine. "You always know just what to say, don’t you?" he replied, his hand reaching out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from the Doctor’s forehead. "But I must agree, there’s magic in the air tonight. Or maybe that’s just your doing."
The Doctor's smile widened, and he took Daemon's hand in his, intertwining their fingers. "Oh, it’s definitely the magic of us," he said, his voice dropping to a tender whisper. "We've traveled through time and space, faced dangers and wonders beyond imagination, but moments like this, here and now, are what make it all worthwhile."
"I couldn’t agree more," Daemon murmured, his lips lingering against the Doctor's skin. "You and me, Doctor, against the universe. And yet, here we are, finding peace in the simplest of things."
They sat in silence for a while, the fire crackling and the stars watching over them. The Doctor eventually shifted, reaching into his jacket pocket and pulling out a small, silver harmonica. He held it up with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Fancy a tune?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
Daemon's eyes sparkled with amusement. "You always surprise me," he said, settling back to listen.
The Doctor brought the harmonica to his lips and began to play a gentle, haunting melody. The notes floated on the night air, blending with the sounds of the forest. Daemon closed his eyes, letting the music wash over him, feeling the love and affection behind every note.
When the song ended, the Doctor set the harmonica aside and turned to Daemon, his expression soft and loving. "I could stay here forever, just like this," he confessed.
Daemon smiled, his eyes meeting the Doctor's with a look of deep understanding. "Forever is a long time," he said, his voice gentle. "But if it's with you, I wouldn't want it any other way."
In that moment, it was just the two of them, their hearts beating in perfect harmony. The universe was vast and full of mysteries, but here, in this secluded campsite, the Doctor and Daemon found their own little piece of eternity.