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Chapter Twenty-Five: Losing Perspective
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Chapter Twenty-Five: Losing Perspective
A/N: Thanks to amyo67 for betaing all four drafts of this fic and to Lillibetm3 for general hand-holding when I got nervous and a couple of very good suggestions. And an extra special happy birthday to angelfireeast who has been so lovely to me since I joined LJ, has made all of my graphics for the Better with You series (Wolf Moon, Hunger Moon) and has done various other banners at the drop of a hat. Your friendship and talent is much appreciated, hon. This fic contains dark themes.
What Is Mine
He follows the sound of Rose’s voice, her fury and her curses and her screams. When he finds her he’s angry. He’s angry and he’s never let her see him like this, not like this, not even when he held a gun on her and demanded she step away so he could kill a Dalek, the destroyer of so much and so many. But he’s angrier than that now and she closes her eyes against his rage, against the violence she sees brewing, at the vengeance being stirred within his spirit because someone, anyone, dared to treat her like this.
She’s draped across the boulder like so much baggage, like so much refuse, like someone threw her away without thought, without emotion, without care. Like it didn’t matter to them that she was something so important, so precious, so beautifully alive, with a spirit that crashes against his, constant in its reassurance that she is there. His soul roars out in its need of her and his furious desperation to keep her whole, safe, alive, fills up every cell in his body. He resonates at a frequency that will bring only death if she’s been harmed.
A/N: Thanks to amyo67 for betaing all four drafts of this fic and to Lillibetm3 for general hand-holding when I got nervous and a couple of very good suggestions. And an extra special happy birthday to angelfireeast who has been so lovely to me since I joined LJ, has made all of my graphics for the Better with You series (Wolf Moon, Hunger Moon) and has done various other banners at the drop of a hat. Your friendship and talent is much appreciated, hon. This fic contains dark themes.
What Is Mine
He follows the sound of Rose’s voice, her fury and her curses and her screams. When he finds her he’s angry. He’s angry and he’s never let her see him like this, not like this, not even when he held a gun on her and demanded she step away so he could kill a Dalek, the destroyer of so much and so many. But he’s angrier than that now and she closes her eyes against his rage, against the violence she sees brewing, at the vengeance being stirred within his spirit because someone, anyone, dared to treat her like this.
She’s draped across the boulder like so much baggage, like so much refuse, like someone threw her away without thought, without emotion, without care. Like it didn’t matter to them that she was something so important, so precious, so beautifully alive, with a spirit that crashes against his, constant in its reassurance that she is there. His soul roars out in its need of her and his furious desperation to keep her whole, safe, alive, fills up every cell in his body. He resonates at a frequency that will bring only death if she’s been harmed.
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