romanadvoratrelundar, oh romana will do just fine. (ex_romanadvo171) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2012-12-17 00:45:00 |
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The past two weeks had passed like a foggy dream, separating her from that moment when she'd demanded the Doctor tell her what became of their people. No matter how she might have tried to prepare herself for any answer, there was no preparing for the news that had come. 'Gone' meant a burning death, the complete and permanent obliteration of their entire race, of their home planet, of that ancient legacy. Gone meant gone forever, and forever was not a concept Time Lords took lightly. That such a fate should befall them at the Doctor's own hand... To continue tearing the fabric of the universe to shreds in an endless battle with the Daleks was hardly a better option, but the image shook her to the core. Perhaps it was naive to have assumed the Time Lords to be infallible, or to take their place in the universe for granted, but she had never entertained that particular possibility. Devestation, certainly -- any society could face devestation, but to be permanently wiped and removed from time when they were the protectors of time left her feeling unsettled in a way that she couldn't shake. Concern for the Doctor had eclipsed her horror regarding his key involvement before that horror had the chance to settle in -- for all his arrogant self-confidence, for all his bitterness toward the Council, for all his disdain for the stiffling buraeucracy they saddled themselves with as a society, to carry that burden might be just as bad, if not worse, than fading with the dying fires. The action was horrifying, the war they had thrown themselves into was horrifying, but she trusted him with her life...and as hard as her deep survival instinct might fight it, she trusted him with their deaths if that was truly what it took to stop the Daleks for good. Romana hadn't spoken to him since that day: She really wasn't the best with feelings or facing feelings or finding a way to deal with feelings that ran this deep, and it was all too apparent that he didn't want to discuss it either. Had he not been trying desperately to avoid discussing the war before she'd cornered into it? But little else had been on her mind. Perhaps that would pass. As she stepped into the tiny shop , Romana tried to do just that: Focus on something other than the horrible fate awaiting them. She wasn't a defeatist, and while her seclusion had done little remedy her situation, the solitary wanderings had at least familiarized her with the surrounding area. Fingering a soft, stripey scarf on the shelf in front of her, Romana's thoughts drifted to her Doctor back home with his doofy face and and ridiculous scarf, wondering if he would be coming. The Doctor was the Doctor, but for all the familiarity she could see in the Doctor's who had arrived, they were so distant, and she missed the closeness, the carefree outings, the snarky banter and the exasperated complaints about their Time Lord superiors. Not that that would be an issue here. Picking up the scarf and wrapping it around her neck, Romana twisted her body and looked down at the scarf, holding one of the tails out with her hand. Muted browns and pinks -- if nothing else, this was a nice distraction. |