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lindenharp) wrote2009-01-23 10:49 pm
lindenharp) wrote2009-01-23 10:49 pm
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FIC: The Wife's Tale (Valiant Tales)
Title: The Wife's Tale
Series: Valiant Tales. Read them in order here.
Rating: G
Characters: The Master (Simm), other characters
Genre: drabble
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for The Sound of Drums and Last of the Time Lords.
Summary: A series of drabbles about the people who lived, worked, and suffered on the Valiant during the Year That Never Was. 100 words according to MS Word.
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to RTD and the BBC. I'm just playing here, in the corner, making little sand-TARDISs.
A/N: Yes, I should be working on my ficathon story, which is due in a week. I frequently write drabbles when I should be working on something else.
Of course I love him. He's exactly the sort of man that I was always destined to love, only... more. More attractive, more charismatic, more powerful. I knew it even before he revealed who he truly is, before he showed me the truth that lies at the end of everything.
When I am with him I am so aware of being small, and human, and insignificant, like a mote of dust beside a mountain. Every day, I feel myself shrinking. Someday, I will shrink down to nothingness. Then -- finally -- I will feel safe.
Of course I love him.
Series: Valiant Tales. Read them in order here.
Rating: G
Characters: The Master (Simm), other characters
Genre: drabble
Spoilers: Minor spoilers for The Sound of Drums and Last of the Time Lords.
Summary: A series of drabbles about the people who lived, worked, and suffered on the Valiant during the Year That Never Was. 100 words according to MS Word.
Disclaimer: The sandbox belongs to RTD and the BBC. I'm just playing here, in the corner, making little sand-TARDISs.
A/N: Yes, I should be working on my ficathon story, which is due in a week. I frequently write drabbles when I should be working on something else.
Of course I love him. He's exactly the sort of man that I was always destined to love, only... more. More attractive, more charismatic, more powerful. I knew it even before he revealed who he truly is, before he showed me the truth that lies at the end of everything.
When I am with him I am so aware of being small, and human, and insignificant, like a mote of dust beside a mountain. Every day, I feel myself shrinking. Someday, I will shrink down to nothingness. Then -- finally -- I will feel safe.
Of course I love him.
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