Listening to the dulcet tones of Taylor Swift for half an hour while being on hold with my doctors office has given me the need to post this now. Also MY BIRTHDAY IS THIS WEEK, so what better way to celebrate?!
No, I don’t love you anymore (I’m a liar)sapphire_childMay 6 2010, 03:10:37 UTC
He doesn’t think about her anymore. He doesn’t miss her.
He promised himself after the agony of his last body that he wouldn’t.
Not when his newest companion comes, wide-eyed onto the TARDIS. (All he’s ever really needed is someone to share the universe with, whether it’s a Martha or a Donna or an Amy. Or, you know, a Rose.)
Not when he’s toppling governments or saving the world or ending up on the receiving end of what he’s dubbed his first-companion-hug with Amy. (How many times did he throw his arms around Rose? How many (many, many) times did he hold her like this and refuse to let go?)
Not when he’s crashing into his future and his past simultaneously. (And oh look! Here is yet another non-linear thread to his timeline, looping back and in on itself. He met River at her end; he said his last goodbye to Rose at her beginning.)
Not when he realises with a sudden burst of clarity that time, in all of its infinite complexities, can be rewritten. (There’s a beach in his mind’s eye and a beach in front of his waking eyes and it
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Re: No, I don’t love you anymore (I’m a liar)krazykat_nekoMay 6 2010, 03:24:03 UTC
Oh this is just beautiful. The longing really comes through, a kind of deep in your bones ache that you can ignore most of the time but doesn't really ever go away. Exactly what I imagine for Eleven (or WANT to imagine for him). Thank you! ♥
Re: No, I don’t love you anymore (I’m a liar)sapphire_childMay 6 2010, 07:36:22 UTC
Thank you. That sort of bone deep ache was exactly what I was trying to convey - it's nowhere near as sharp and immediate as the loss he felt of her in his last regeneration but it's still kind of there and quietly, insistently painful.
He promised himself after the agony of his last body that he wouldn’t.
Not when his newest companion comes, wide-eyed onto the TARDIS. (All he’s ever really needed is someone to share the universe with, whether it’s a Martha or a Donna or an Amy. Or, you know, a Rose.)
Not when he’s toppling governments or saving the world or ending up on the receiving end of what he’s dubbed his first-companion-hug with Amy. (How many times did he throw his arms around Rose? How many (many, many) times did he hold her like this and refuse to let go?)
Not when he’s crashing into his future and his past simultaneously. (And oh look! Here is yet another non-linear thread to his timeline, looping back and in on itself. He met River at her end; he said his last goodbye to Rose at her beginning.)
Not when he realises with a sudden burst of clarity that time, in all of its infinite complexities, can be rewritten. (There’s a beach in his mind’s eye and a beach in front of his waking eyes and it ( ... )
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Glad you liked it! :D
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BRB CRYING.
Wonderful job!
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Thank you for reading, so glad you liked it (even if it made you cry).
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Really beautiful, thank you so much for taking that 'time can be rewritten' scene and writing this into it :3
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SO many D/R shippers had a major spaz attack at that line I just KNEW I had to write something about it from Eleven's perspective.
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