Inspiration thrown my way by tambores
“For the crown you've placed upon my head
Feels too heavy now
And I don't know what to say to you
But I'll smile anyhow
And all the time I'm thinking
Thinking...
I want to be a hunter again
I want to see the world alone again
To take a chance on life again
So let me go”
The halls of the Valiant were cold and sterile down here. Underneath her heeled feet, the metallic floor clicked and groaned. Lucy was pacing the lower decks again. It was almost Christmas time and Harry had filled the upper floors with decorations which were wholly inappropriate really, considering everything. But Lucy had smiled when he had placed Mistletoe over one of the secretary's heads and convinced her that kissing her would be fine, she had also smiled when Harry's idea of a Yule log had been to burn an entire rainforest in South America to the ground.
Lucy rubbed her temple slowly, taking a deep breath and looking upwards to the ceiling. Down here she could be alone, for a while at least, until he wondered where she had gone.
She remembered their first Christmas together, just after their marriage. Before she really knew everything, before she assumed, he thought she needed to. They had woken up early, he had bought her beautiful necklace adorned with an opal. Her birth stone. They had driven to her parents and eaten there. Harry playing the duty full husband as always.
Things were so perfect then, but now all she wanted was to escape, to open an air lock and sail through the air to her death. She wanted to punish him, to hurt him and beat him. She wanted to press a gun up to his temple and thank him for ruining her life and her future. She wanted him to feel the pain and horror she had experienced. But Lucy knew it was fruitless. Well, fruitless right now at least. At such a merry time of year.
“Mrs Saxon...” A voice called down the hall.
“The Master wants you, something about Mrs Claus...”
Lucy turned, her face the picture of perfection.
“Tell him I'll be there in a moment, please...”
She wasn't going to give up to easily. Not this Lucy. Not now.
Muse: Lucy Saxon
Canon: Doctor Who
Word Count: 371
Feels too heavy now
And I don't know what to say to you
But I'll smile anyhow
And all the time I'm thinking
Thinking...
I want to be a hunter again
I want to see the world alone again
To take a chance on life again
So let me go”
The halls of the Valiant were cold and sterile down here. Underneath her heeled feet, the metallic floor clicked and groaned. Lucy was pacing the lower decks again. It was almost Christmas time and Harry had filled the upper floors with decorations which were wholly inappropriate really, considering everything. But Lucy had smiled when he had placed Mistletoe over one of the secretary's heads and convinced her that kissing her would be fine, she had also smiled when Harry's idea of a Yule log had been to burn an entire rainforest in South America to the ground.
Lucy rubbed her temple slowly, taking a deep breath and looking upwards to the ceiling. Down here she could be alone, for a while at least, until he wondered where she had gone.
She remembered their first Christmas together, just after their marriage. Before she really knew everything, before she assumed, he thought she needed to. They had woken up early, he had bought her beautiful necklace adorned with an opal. Her birth stone. They had driven to her parents and eaten there. Harry playing the duty full husband as always.
Things were so perfect then, but now all she wanted was to escape, to open an air lock and sail through the air to her death. She wanted to punish him, to hurt him and beat him. She wanted to press a gun up to his temple and thank him for ruining her life and her future. She wanted him to feel the pain and horror she had experienced. But Lucy knew it was fruitless. Well, fruitless right now at least. At such a merry time of year.
“Mrs Saxon...” A voice called down the hall.
“The Master wants you, something about Mrs Claus...”
Lucy turned, her face the picture of perfection.
“Tell him I'll be there in a moment, please...”
She wasn't going to give up to easily. Not this Lucy. Not now.
Muse: Lucy Saxon
Canon: Doctor Who
Word Count: 371