Gossamer wings
This ficlet is from Dalek Caans point of view...sort of....well...his insane point of view. Its disjointed and I hacked it out fairly quickly...and I hope I got the gist of it out.
Title: Gossamer Wings 1/1
Author: justpickaname
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nobody, nohow at, around, or inside Doctor Who. Wish I did though....
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Dalek Caan
Warnings: Possible spoilers for JE
Summary: Dalek Caans insane ramblings
Gossamer Wings
He drifted endlessly through time, his mind left to hurtle along with his shrivelled body and hard, black casing. He was left to time and he was made of time. It weaved around him, insinuated itself into his pores. He twirled and he danced across the darkness, the emptiness, silent. The blackness, loud. Only the cacophony of his own thoughts surrounding him.
He hummed and giggled and planned and cursed.
He wept. Moisture leaked down his withered face, snot pooled in his creases.
No one to clean him up. No one to care. No one was supposed to care. It was discarded with all the other irrelevant emotions. Joy. Sadness. Curiosity.
Only anger to feel. Bitterness. Hatred….betrayal. Insanity, if it’s a feeling at all.
He twirled on midnight, gossamer wings. They wrapped him in the future.
Ghostly images of a ginger haired Lady, of blue pinstripes and time at their fingertips. Swirls of ice blue eyes, broad shoulders…an anchor in time. The found Love, the forgotten love, the aged love. Violence caressed them, these Children of Time.
It’s eternity. It’s a moment. A snap of fingers on an opening door. Ebony glinting, ominous in the orange glow. Half a love, no love at all. Memories slip on shattered glass. Friend no more.
A TEARING. A gaping wound.
Its time…time….time is on his side.
Title: Gossamer Wings 1/1
Author: justpickaname
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nobody, nohow at, around, or inside Doctor Who. Wish I did though....
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Dalek Caan
Warnings: Possible spoilers for JE
Summary: Dalek Caans insane ramblings
Gossamer Wings
He drifted endlessly through time, his mind left to hurtle along with his shrivelled body and hard, black casing. He was left to time and he was made of time. It weaved around him, insinuated itself into his pores. He twirled and he danced across the darkness, the emptiness, silent. The blackness, loud. Only the cacophony of his own thoughts surrounding him.
He hummed and giggled and planned and cursed.
He wept. Moisture leaked down his withered face, snot pooled in his creases.
No one to clean him up. No one to care. No one was supposed to care. It was discarded with all the other irrelevant emotions. Joy. Sadness. Curiosity.
Only anger to feel. Bitterness. Hatred….betrayal. Insanity, if it’s a feeling at all.
He twirled on midnight, gossamer wings. They wrapped him in the future.
Ghostly images of a ginger haired Lady, of blue pinstripes and time at their fingertips. Swirls of ice blue eyes, broad shoulders…an anchor in time. The found Love, the forgotten love, the aged love. Violence caressed them, these Children of Time.
It’s eternity. It’s a moment. A snap of fingers on an opening door. Ebony glinting, ominous in the orange glow. Half a love, no love at all. Memories slip on shattered glass. Friend no more.
A TEARING. A gaping wound.
Its time…time….time is on his side.