random prompt 1: a little hearts to hearts. (tn!verse)
We could fight across the constellations, you exclaimed. Just not on Earth, you said. My Doctor, my poor, weak-minded Doctor- will we never learn? Are we so blinded by the light of humanity that we simply cannot see the road ahead? My word, it truly is a brilliant one. Filled with twists and turns, bumps and holes, even a few remains of those little things that were once cuddly bunnies. I've never been a fan of bunnies, myself, but I'm sure that they have a tendency of touching your hearts, don't they, Doctor? With their little ears and their twitchy whiskers. God, I'm going to make myself sick.
But I'm getting off topic, Doctor. You see what you and your fuzzy little feelings do? Now, where was I? I have to find my.. place. Ah! Yes, here we go:
The road ahead. It truly is something. Can't you hear it coming, Doctor? Can't you feel it quaking? Throttling your every fibre? I know you must- if I could see the look on your face, now, this very moment, I'm sure it would be absolutely painful. You may have regenerated, one face, after another, after another, after another- but that look will never lose its touch, its rightful place on your ever-changing canvas. And damn! You've made me stray, again. That one is going to cost you. I'm thinking a decent whipping is in order, maybe a few jolts with the taser. I do love a good taser-prodding.
Seriously now, seriously- Doctor, my dearest enemy, my closest rival- I would suggest you gather your precious Rose. You remember her, don't you? Ooh, now, come on- you may have skipped over her memory on more than one occasion, gathered a few more..companions, if that is what you could call them- but you know the one. The one that smells like strawberry cream and speaks with that adorable Cockney accent? Here we are, it's starting to come together... Now, once you've warned her- that is, if you can find her- run. Run far away. Run here. Run there. Run, run, run. For your life, for hers- it doesn't matter: I can see you. I can see everything. And you can hear it, can't you? You can hear the drums. They're getting closer, and closer now. Your heart is pounding, Doctor. Like the drums. Rat tat tat TAT. Closer, over your shoulder now..
Then, you will stop. Am I making myself perfectly clear? You will stop, and you will die. I know, it's morbid, isn't it? I will miss our moments together, all those lovely times. But, you don't have much of an ultimatum, do you? I'd say I was sorry, but.. I would be lying, wouldn't I?
Shame on you, Doctor. Calling me a liar. The President always keeps his word.
He always keeps his word..
But I'm getting off topic, Doctor. You see what you and your fuzzy little feelings do? Now, where was I? I have to find my.. place. Ah! Yes, here we go:
The road ahead. It truly is something. Can't you hear it coming, Doctor? Can't you feel it quaking? Throttling your every fibre? I know you must- if I could see the look on your face, now, this very moment, I'm sure it would be absolutely painful. You may have regenerated, one face, after another, after another, after another- but that look will never lose its touch, its rightful place on your ever-changing canvas. And damn! You've made me stray, again. That one is going to cost you. I'm thinking a decent whipping is in order, maybe a few jolts with the taser. I do love a good taser-prodding.
Seriously now, seriously- Doctor, my dearest enemy, my closest rival- I would suggest you gather your precious Rose. You remember her, don't you? Ooh, now, come on- you may have skipped over her memory on more than one occasion, gathered a few more..companions, if that is what you could call them- but you know the one. The one that smells like strawberry cream and speaks with that adorable Cockney accent? Here we are, it's starting to come together... Now, once you've warned her- that is, if you can find her- run. Run far away. Run here. Run there. Run, run, run. For your life, for hers- it doesn't matter: I can see you. I can see everything. And you can hear it, can't you? You can hear the drums. They're getting closer, and closer now. Your heart is pounding, Doctor. Like the drums. Rat tat tat TAT. Closer, over your shoulder now..
Then, you will stop. Am I making myself perfectly clear? You will stop, and you will die. I know, it's morbid, isn't it? I will miss our moments together, all those lovely times. But, you don't have much of an ultimatum, do you? I'd say I was sorry, but.. I would be lying, wouldn't I?
Shame on you, Doctor. Calling me a liar. The President always keeps his word.
He always keeps his word..