If destruction be our lot, we ourselves must be its author and finisher.
"A Country of Smaller Wars"
Gallifrey, Narvin/Romana
~23,000 words
R (violence, sexual situations, ennui)
Spoilers through the end of season four.
Looking for home in all the wrong places: Narvin, professional voyeur and artful patriot, follows his ex-president, a con-man, and a savage through alternate universes only to find himself pretty much, but not quite, back where he started.
You are here
and elsewhere, your face breeding like fear.
It is not for nothing that I keep my hands
raised for the fall. This is a country of smaller wars.
~ Stephen Dobyns, "Counterpoints"
1. Other People
2. Choose Any Direction
3. Last Call
NOTES: Welcome to "Life, Love, and Head Trauma". This started as The Joy of Wiretapping fanfiction and then, idk, got longer. Narvin is the hapless, overenunciating ex-spy/ex-bombmaker of my heart, okay. (I realize that many people write things much longer than this, but I have a heart attack over every word, so.) A major plot device is taken from "Human Nature", thanks Paul Cornell. The rest is either lifted from Gallifrey canon or made up. Making stuff up: hard work! Especially when everything is twenty syllables of scifi B-movie claptrap and confusing geography. Anyway, here's 23k of paranoia, alienation, and brutality. I promise I'll get back to writing short things about stuff people enjoy. People still like kittens, right? So maybe something with kittens in it.
(Gallifrey is a tiny fandom, so about eight people max will even attempt to read this. If you have half a mind to listen to the stuff, please do, there are ~places online~ to find it if you don't want to fork over the cash. If you feel like reading this with no prior knowledge of the canon (what, why would you even), TARDIS Wikia that shit, since there's whole reams of plot I skipped over due to boring/thematically irrelevant.)
Gallifrey, Narvin/Romana
~23,000 words
R (violence, sexual situations, ennui)
Spoilers through the end of season four.
Looking for home in all the wrong places: Narvin, professional voyeur and artful patriot, follows his ex-president, a con-man, and a savage through alternate universes only to find himself pretty much, but not quite, back where he started.
You are here
and elsewhere, your face breeding like fear.
It is not for nothing that I keep my hands
raised for the fall. This is a country of smaller wars.
~ Stephen Dobyns, "Counterpoints"
1. Other People
2. Choose Any Direction
3. Last Call
NOTES: Welcome to "Life, Love, and Head Trauma". This started as The Joy of Wiretapping fanfiction and then, idk, got longer. Narvin is the hapless, overenunciating ex-spy/ex-bombmaker of my heart, okay. (I realize that many people write things much longer than this, but I have a heart attack over every word, so.) A major plot device is taken from "Human Nature", thanks Paul Cornell. The rest is either lifted from Gallifrey canon or made up. Making stuff up: hard work! Especially when everything is twenty syllables of scifi B-movie claptrap and confusing geography. Anyway, here's 23k of paranoia, alienation, and brutality. I promise I'll get back to writing short things about stuff people enjoy. People still like kittens, right? So maybe something with kittens in it.
(Gallifrey is a tiny fandom, so about eight people max will even attempt to read this. If you have half a mind to listen to the stuff, please do, there are ~places online~ to find it if you don't want to fork over the cash. If you feel like reading this with no prior knowledge of the canon (what, why would you even), TARDIS Wikia that shit, since there's whole reams of plot I skipped over due to boring/thematically irrelevant.)