I looked into the TARDIS and she looked into me.

Jan 17, 2007 14:46

Eyes burn gold as she slowly looks up from the console of the TARDIS swirls of bright golden light dance around the inside of the police box. The Time Vortex pouring from inside the TARDIS’ heart like blood from a gaping wound, and there she stood, no longer Rose Tyler, but the BAD Wolf. Bad Wolf, words that had haunted Rose and the Doctor through time and space, words scattered as a reminder, words that would always be a part of this human girl’s life.

There, inside of this tiny mortal there was great power and sight, and slowly it was killing her. As she stood there she saw everything that was already happening. Stars formed, burning brightly within the great expanses of space. A ship moved and stopped, dust and rocks began to cling to it and everything shifted. A planet formed with something hidden deep within its centre. Plants, people and creatures lived and died. They changed, evolved into other species, natural selection took hold. Visitors came to the planet with the possibilities of destruction or peace, wars occurred, people died and lived, born and dying within a single heart beat. The planet exploding as the sun consumed it and it became nothing more than dust and rocks once more.

A child is born, her grandson is getting married, she goes to school, her parents are married, falls in love, her mother falls pregnant with her, she gets married, her son dies, she finds out she is pregnant, her father has his first kiss, she’s getting old and is dying, her sister is born, she dies, old and happy, she’s on holiday with friends and she’s laughing.

The whole of time and space in her head and none of it is mapped out, none of it linear. All of it connected to the next moment and the moment before and any other moment in the past, future or now. A piece of string balled up, time weaving back and forth, touching other parts of time.

The past and the future all happening then and how and not happening until they are supposed to.

People blurred in her mind, moving like ghosts she cannot quite see and yet she knows each and everyone of them and she has seen them all born and grow and die. She sees all and everything.

She holds the whole of time and space in her head, she is the Bad Wolf. She is dying.

ooc:For this pic here

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