Glory (Braxiatel/Romana II drabble)
Title: Glory
Author: rapunzelita
Rating: Er, PG for Brax creepiness?
Spoilers: Not really any.
Pairing: Braxiatel/Romana II
Random notes: Many thanks to eponymous_rose for the help with beta-reading.
This was originally posted on whoniverse1000. Come join! There isn't nearly enough Galilfrey fic there.
'A fine day, I trust, Madam-'
'Braxiatel. Are you too going to tell me that I'm the best President Gallifrey has ever had within her Citadel, and that you're sure I'll restore her to her former glory? If so, you'll be the... ninth this morning, I think. I might be wrong, though, I lost count at some point. Listen, I've told you many times, and I'll tell you again, I care little for flattery. It will get you nowhere.'
Hearing her own voice, she's awed at how old and weary she sounds, when she's been President for little more than a week.
'I know that, Madam President. I myself have a distaste for both flattery and former glory.'
She allows herself to sneer at both of his 'distastes'.
'What? A Time Lord who doesn't go on and on about how things were better in the old days? However is that possible?'
He says nothing, but he frowns, as if collecting his thoughts before he speaks.
Then, without a word of warning, he gently kisses her, and she's surprised to discover she does not fight against it, although whether out of amazement, affection or sheer terror, she cannot tell.
And he whispers in her ear,
'There was never a day so glorious on Gallifrey as the day you were elected as President, Romana.'
And looking at him in the eye, she realizes, frightened as she has rarely been before, that he means every word of it.
Author: rapunzelita
Rating: Er, PG for Brax creepiness?
Spoilers: Not really any.
Pairing: Braxiatel/Romana II
Random notes: Many thanks to eponymous_rose for the help with beta-reading.
This was originally posted on whoniverse1000. Come join! There isn't nearly enough Galilfrey fic there.
'A fine day, I trust, Madam-'
'Braxiatel. Are you too going to tell me that I'm the best President Gallifrey has ever had within her Citadel, and that you're sure I'll restore her to her former glory? If so, you'll be the... ninth this morning, I think. I might be wrong, though, I lost count at some point. Listen, I've told you many times, and I'll tell you again, I care little for flattery. It will get you nowhere.'
Hearing her own voice, she's awed at how old and weary she sounds, when she's been President for little more than a week.
'I know that, Madam President. I myself have a distaste for both flattery and former glory.'
She allows herself to sneer at both of his 'distastes'.
'What? A Time Lord who doesn't go on and on about how things were better in the old days? However is that possible?'
He says nothing, but he frowns, as if collecting his thoughts before he speaks.
Then, without a word of warning, he gently kisses her, and she's surprised to discover she does not fight against it, although whether out of amazement, affection or sheer terror, she cannot tell.
And he whispers in her ear,
'There was never a day so glorious on Gallifrey as the day you were elected as President, Romana.'
And looking at him in the eye, she realizes, frightened as she has rarely been before, that he means every word of it.