[on_thecouch] - Consequence
Author's note: I am never, ever doing a prompt like this again. Ow. That being said, this is INTENSELY IMAGE HEAVY and will therefore be cut to save your flists. I am also including liner notes because haha, my handwriting.
...I also just realised I did the dates backwards. OH WELL. I am only human shut up ; ;
November 16
I find myself constantly trying to look outside as of late. It's a foolish idea, of course, seeing as my room is without a window, but I still do it. Or I'll open the TARDIS' front doors when Harry's away, just to look outside at what planet we're on. The last one was rather dark and grey and smelled of ash, but at least I got to see it.
I just hope the Doctor's doesn't realise I know how to open the doors and do something foolish like locking them. I think I might go mad if I didn't have at least that.
November 20
I asked the Doctor if there are any rooms in the TARDIS that have windows. He gave me the same vacant look he always gives me when I ask him something he seems to feel I should automatically know. I swear, the longer I spend near that man, the more I can't stand him. I still don't understand what Harry sees in him.
Every day, I find myself looking forward to getting out of this TARDIS. Why does it seem like it'll never happen, though?
November 21
Diva and I threw a party today. I can't express how wonderful it felt, being among people like that again. Being in control of a situation. And the atmosphere! For a moment, it was almost as though I were back home where I belong. Harry and I didn't have the opportunity to dance, but that wasn't so different than the fundraisers and galas we threw during the election. I'm sure he was busy as I was.
Of course, that man made an appearance. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. After all, it isn't like he anything to do. Not like Harry does. Still, it was strangely pleasant talking with him. He didn't have anything particularly stunning to say - he never does, after all, the uncultured buffoon - but it was still pleasant. It would have been nice to dance with him again, I think. For practise, of course. I must keep in tip-top shape for what I intend to do.
My mind has been wandering of late, it would seem. I should find something to occupy my time.
Nov. 26
I ventured outside today. I'm not sure if Harry knows, but it was delightful. I'll have to tell him about it later. Feeling the wind on my face was ridiculously refreshing.
Maybe he'll take me for another walk. I rather enjoyed that.
November 30
This is getting ridiculous. There's absolutely no reason I can't do anything here. I can't stand that. I can't stand this. And this bloody ship won't even let me explore. I got a nasty shock yesterday tying to go into the butterfly room. I've been looking for it for months and I can't even see them. I hate this place. I hate this Doctor. He doesn't trust me, he doesn't let me do anything. Everything is 'for my safety.' At least the other one offered me some sort of excitement.
Maybe I should take him up on his offer. I'm not fond of swimming, but sure that would be better than this. Just a quick stop-off before my real objective. I'm sure a couple hours won't change anything.
I wonder if he's even interested anymore.
December 2
I almost called the Doctor's his name. It should have been Harry, I should have only thought of Harry, so why It isn't fair. Why would he do this to me? Why would he change me like this? I don't don't do don't want him! It wasn't supposed to be like this! It was only one trip, that's all! One night mistake! I'm lucky Harry didn't notice Oh God, Harry. If Harry knows … if he finds out…! I can't do this. If he finds out - if he has any idea how much I want the Doctor him Harry I only want Harry just
December 2
I spent the evening with Harry. It was splendid as ever. He always knows exactly what I want. Always knows exactly what to do for me. I should get him something. He does so love gifts. Maybe a new suit. Or! I saw a splendid fencing rapier in on of the TARDIS' computers. I should pop out and get it for him. I'm sure he can find a use for it. Maybe he'll run the Doctor through and keep the insufferable man away from me for a while. Wouldn't that be lovely?
He never would, though. I know he wouldn't. The Doctor is far too important, of course. I suppose I'll have to settle with bringing a planet to its knees in his name. I do believe we'll both find pleasure through such an act.
Muse: Lucy Saxon
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: I don't even know. Enough :O
Verse: realityshifted
And for your pleasure!
Hi everyone! 's star! Like you couldn't guess. But! I write this for two reasons. One, because now you can see how I really write and why this prompt was SO DAMN HARD! Ugh, cursive. And two! Because fa-chan wanted to see my Hello Kitty stationary. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, WOMAN.
...I also just realised I did the dates backwards. OH WELL. I am only human shut up ; ;
November 16
I find myself constantly trying to look outside as of late. It's a foolish idea, of course, seeing as my room is without a window, but I still do it. Or I'll open the TARDIS' front doors when Harry's away, just to look outside at what planet we're on. The last one was rather dark and grey and smelled of ash, but at least I got to see it.
I just hope the Doctor's doesn't realise I know how to open the doors and do something foolish like locking them. I think I might go mad if I didn't have at least that.
November 20
I asked the Doctor if there are any rooms in the TARDIS that have windows. He gave me the same vacant look he always gives me when I ask him something he seems to feel I should automatically know. I swear, the longer I spend near that man, the more I can't stand him. I still don't understand what Harry sees in him.
Every day, I find myself looking forward to getting out of this TARDIS. Why does it seem like it'll never happen, though?
November 21
Diva and I threw a party today. I can't express how wonderful it felt, being among people like that again. Being in control of a situation. And the atmosphere! For a moment, it was almost as though I were back home where I belong. Harry and I didn't have the opportunity to dance, but that wasn't so different than the fundraisers and galas we threw during the election. I'm sure he was busy as I was.
Of course, that man made an appearance. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. After all, it isn't like he anything to do. Not like Harry does. Still, it was strangely pleasant talking with him. He didn't have anything particularly stunning to say - he never does, after all, the uncultured buffoon - but it was still pleasant. It would have been nice to dance with him again, I think. For practise, of course. I must keep in tip-top shape for what I intend to do.
My mind has been wandering of late, it would seem. I should find something to occupy my time.
Nov. 26
I ventured outside today. I'm not sure if Harry knows, but it was delightful. I'll have to tell him about it later. Feeling the wind on my face was ridiculously refreshing.
Maybe he'll take me for another walk. I rather enjoyed that.
November 30
This is getting ridiculous. There's absolutely no reason I can't do anything here. I can't stand that. I can't stand this. And this bloody ship won't even let me explore. I got a nasty shock yesterday tying to go into the butterfly room. I've been looking for it for months and I can't even see them. I hate this place. I hate this Doctor. He doesn't trust me, he doesn't let me do anything. Everything is 'for my safety.' At least the other one offered me some sort of excitement.
Maybe I should take him up on his offer. I'm not fond of swimming, but sure that would be better than this. Just a quick stop-off before my real objective. I'm sure a couple hours won't change anything.
I wonder if he's even interested anymore.
December 2
I almost called the Doctor's his name. It should have been Harry, I should have only thought of Harry, so why It isn't fair. Why would he do this to me? Why would he change me like this? I don't don't do don't want him! It wasn't supposed to be like this! It was only one trip, that's all! One night mistake! I'm lucky Harry didn't notice Oh God, Harry. If Harry knows … if he finds out…! I can't do this. If he finds out - if he has any idea how much I want the Doctor him Harry I only want Harry just
December 2
I spent the evening with Harry. It was splendid as ever. He always knows exactly what I want. Always knows exactly what to do for me. I should get him something. He does so love gifts. Maybe a new suit. Or! I saw a splendid fencing rapier in on of the TARDIS' computers. I should pop out and get it for him. I'm sure he can find a use for it. Maybe he'll run the Doctor through and keep the insufferable man away from me for a while. Wouldn't that be lovely?
He never would, though. I know he wouldn't. The Doctor is far too important, of course. I suppose I'll have to settle with bringing a planet to its knees in his name. I do believe we'll both find pleasure through such an act.
Muse: Lucy Saxon
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: I don't even know. Enough :O
Verse: realityshifted
And for your pleasure!
Hi everyone! 's star! Like you couldn't guess. But! I write this for two reasons. One, because now you can see how I really write and why this prompt was SO DAMN HARD! Ugh, cursive. And two! Because fa-chan wanted to see my Hello Kitty stationary. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT, WOMAN.