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07 [visual / location: martha's surgery] I'm such a dubious soul

Jul 11, 2011 11:06

Fitz finished washing his hands and glanced up at the bathroom mirror to find the Doctor behind him, leaning against the door jamb and smiling. For a few moments all Fitz could do was gawp as he studied the familiar features - the tousled chestnut hair, the bright blue eyes, the cravat and the velvet coat. Even after six months apart he knew with ( Read more... )

jenna sommers, fitz kreiner, /system glitch, wyatt cain, drusilla (au), @ central, martha jones, (day), { temperance brennan, mayland long

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a_pretty_fire July 15 2011, 13:28:34 UTC

"The mirror is lying," Drusilla informed him, without opening her eyes. It had been a long time - centuries - since she'd gazed into a mirror and found herself looking back. Sometimes, if she looked too closely, she spotted things that were better off hidden and forgotten. "It doesn't know who you are."

Neither did he. He was pretty and he made her laugh, but, in the end, he was only a human. He was wearing blinkers that had been fitted since birth and kept the universe in check. Wasn't it dull?

[visual] rereremembered July 16 2011, 23:50:18 UTC

"It knows what I want to see, though." Sometimes, it just wasn't worth playing the game with Drusilla. Or maybe by not fighting her he was playing along.

Probably both, or neither. Everything at once.

"That counts for something, right?"

[Visual] a_pretty_fire July 17 2011, 20:24:15 UTC

It was the game that interested Drusilla. She liked the way that he played along when he tried not to play. She liked the way he tried to pretend that she didn't frighten him.

"You've walked through the stars," she said, by way of an answer, "You want your soul back."

[Visual] rereremembered July 19 2011, 17:21:50 UTC

Layers and layers of denial, it was the only way he knew how to cope most of the time.

"Yeah," he sighed. "Well no, not soul, more like life. Home. Friends. Knocking about, that sort of thing."

[Visual] a_pretty_fire July 21 2011, 20:03:17 UTC

"I can feel it draining away," she murmured, her eyes drifting shut as she surveyed him with both of her sets of eyes. "Everything that fills you. Everything that makes you. You're losing yourself to this city."

They all were.

[Visual] rereremembered August 4 2011, 19:58:38 UTC

That was nice and terrifying. Fitz didn't especially feel like figuring out if she was being literal or not.

"Are they doing that?"

[Visual] a_pretty_fire August 15 2011, 17:32:28 UTC

"Yes."

For Drusilla, the literal and the metaphorical were a tangled and intricate web that couldn't possibly be unknotted. Shouldn't be unknotted. The truth had a lot of different levels and they all deserved to be read.

"Can you feel it?"

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