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August 23rd, 2009

Writer's Block Meme Day Two

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Day One Is Here.

"Please don't die," she says, and her arms are secure. She smells familiar, she feels familiar, and there's so much familiarity that the newness of the wounds is really lost on him. It feels like nostalgia, not a mortal injury.

There is no pain, only a sense of return. A return to the place he once was, one regeneration ago.

Sensation shoots up his arms and his legs, but it's not powerful enough to be pain and it leaves dead nerve endings behind. It leaves dead nerve endings, dead tissue, dead---dead---dead---


doctor/tardis on top of the world
A Servant to Time and Consequence
Teaspoon And An Open Mind


"Rude? Is that the sort of man I am now, am I rude? Rude and not ginger..."

"Have you ever thought what it's like to be wanderers in the fourth dimension? To be exiles?"

"One day, I shall come back. Yes, I shall come back. Until then, there must be no tears, no regrets, no anxieties. Just go forward in all your beliefs, and prove to me that I am not mistaken in mine."


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