I Will Let You Drown
Title: I Will let you Drown
Author: Iodinemoon
Character(s): Ten, OCs mentionned
Warnings: Not happy-go-lucky Ten. Not angsty Ten either. Dark and twisty Ten.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not profit. Think of something clever to put here.
Summary: A short, dark look at Ten's mindset when he travels alone.
You are the Lonely God. Of couse you can.
I can’t. I’m sorry. I just can’t.
Yes, you can. I know you will.
She died, of course. They all do in the end.
So small, dark brown eyes forgiving and understanding even as the water crashed through the glass plate, flooded her lungs.
He doesn’t even know her - never bothered to find out either. So many planets, so little time.
He sees her family collapse in sobs and when he hands them her bracelet they turn to tears of gratitude. Their eyes shine with the solace a tiny silver chain can bring only when the bearer is gone forever.
Thank you. They say, for a magpie’s souvenir to replace a daughter.
The reverence sickens him.
He resists the urge to take the TARDIS back to save her, reward the faith she blindly placed in him. He knows fifteen mathematical theorums detailing why it can’t be done but they aren’t the reason he doesn’t go back.
He will not return and scoop her up and take her traveling to see the universe. He will not play savior, or guide, or lover. He will not be her angel or her Lonely God. Not this time. Maybe if he shows her, proves it to her, the universe will understand.
So he will let her die, in that single moment, forever.
I can’t becomes I won’t.
And as icy water rushes through her lungs, numbing face and hands and body, he wants to believe she realized that. That she looked up one last time to see not a familiar face but the empty blackness of water. That she cursed him with her last breath as she fought for life and air.
He wants to believe that she knew, in those final seconds, that he wasn’t coming back.
And that she was wrong.
But when the rescue crews finally fish her out of ice-filled cavity, she is beautiful.
Red hair undone, skin pale, eyes closed. Soft rose lips form a serene smile.
The water has caused the colours of her skirt pattern to bleed into each other, a kaliedoscope. The temperature has frozen her limbs, one of her small hands clasped around the religious trinket about her swan’s neck. The other forever reaching outwards, palm out, waiting for rescue.
I know you will.
He doesn’t go back out of spite.
Author: Iodinemoon
Character(s): Ten, OCs mentionned
Warnings: Not happy-go-lucky Ten. Not angsty Ten either. Dark and twisty Ten.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not profit. Think of something clever to put here.
Summary: A short, dark look at Ten's mindset when he travels alone.
You are the Lonely God. Of couse you can.
I can’t. I’m sorry. I just can’t.
Yes, you can. I know you will.
She died, of course. They all do in the end.
So small, dark brown eyes forgiving and understanding even as the water crashed through the glass plate, flooded her lungs.
He doesn’t even know her - never bothered to find out either. So many planets, so little time.
He sees her family collapse in sobs and when he hands them her bracelet they turn to tears of gratitude. Their eyes shine with the solace a tiny silver chain can bring only when the bearer is gone forever.
Thank you. They say, for a magpie’s souvenir to replace a daughter.
The reverence sickens him.
He resists the urge to take the TARDIS back to save her, reward the faith she blindly placed in him. He knows fifteen mathematical theorums detailing why it can’t be done but they aren’t the reason he doesn’t go back.
He will not return and scoop her up and take her traveling to see the universe. He will not play savior, or guide, or lover. He will not be her angel or her Lonely God. Not this time. Maybe if he shows her, proves it to her, the universe will understand.
So he will let her die, in that single moment, forever.
I can’t becomes I won’t.
And as icy water rushes through her lungs, numbing face and hands and body, he wants to believe she realized that. That she looked up one last time to see not a familiar face but the empty blackness of water. That she cursed him with her last breath as she fought for life and air.
He wants to believe that she knew, in those final seconds, that he wasn’t coming back.
And that she was wrong.
But when the rescue crews finally fish her out of ice-filled cavity, she is beautiful.
Red hair undone, skin pale, eyes closed. Soft rose lips form a serene smile.
The water has caused the colours of her skirt pattern to bleed into each other, a kaliedoscope. The temperature has frozen her limbs, one of her small hands clasped around the religious trinket about her swan’s neck. The other forever reaching outwards, palm out, waiting for rescue.
I know you will.
He doesn’t go back out of spite.