"A Country of Smaller Wars", 3/3b (
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Gallifrey, Narvin/Romana
~23,000 words
R (violence, sexual situations, ennui)
Spoilers through the end of season four.
Replication as personal philosophy, or, an ex-spy walks into a bar and says-
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Blinovitch Limitation Effect aside, it's not a good idea to have two of someone in the same room. )
It’s about my favourite character ever and my favourite paring ever and my favourite series ever. This would make it amazing anyway but I don’t think any other fan fic has ever affected me quite so badly before.
Because I ship Romana/Narvin obsessively but they’re so messed up and she treats him like shit sometimes and I don’t want to think about it but maybe he does just need to get out. Neither Leela nor Romana can take the first step to making up again, Narvin does the things Romana needs but can’t ask for, the way Narvin can never see how brilliant he really is... It would take me far too long to go on about everything I love here. And it’s funny, as well as devastating, with lines like "I'd kill Brax if he weren't already dead" and Narvin having a penchant for head trauma.
I can’t describe everything this fic makes me feel but all of it is brilliant.
(BTW, I found the first two chapters on the Teaspoon Archive the came here to comment. Is there a reason for the third chapter not being on there?)
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(The last chapter got rejected for improper formatting and I didn't notice until too late - I only go on non-crappy-phone-internet once a week, so. It should be up shortly.)
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