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The Doctor ♣ Eleven ([personal profile] comeonthensexy) wrote2012-09-03 05:02 pm
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[ There's a good while of silence, aside from the rustle of a paper, like a page being turned. ]

Oh, yes, right! Hello! How do I do one of these voicemails things again?

[ Another bit of silence, and then he clears his throat. ]

You've reached the Doctor - the eleventh, to be exact. Leave a message and I'll get back to you, promise!

[personal profile] ex_outofcontrol435 2013-07-26 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
I cared about her.

[There's a defensive edge to his voice, but otherwise he sounds completely honest. He's got to say at least that much, even if it's to the Doctor's back.]

Whatever you think of me, I did. I do. And I didn't plan on caring about anyone ever again, especially not a human.

[personal profile] ex_outofcontrol435 2013-07-26 11:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[His throat feels alarmingly tight, but he forces the feeling away as quickly as it comes. Not that again. Not that ever again.

But what the Doctor's saying - it's possible, isn't it? Anything's possible here, he's learned that quickly. Different permutations of the same girl spread throughout time, and oh, what a girl to pick.]


I saw it. In those nightmares. I felt all of it. And I saw her, at the end.

[His laugh is dangerously shaky.]

You don't kill off someone like Oswin that easily.

[personal profile] ex_outofcontrol435 2013-07-27 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
It's bullshit. Taking someone, giving them a second life, and then dumping them back into nothing.

She was -

[So alive. Happy to be here. A pain in the ass. Funny as hell. Sexy as hell. So brave she was almost stupid. Understanding. Different. Tough as nails. Too smart for her own good.]

- it's bullshit.

[personal profile] ex_outofcontrol435 2013-07-28 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
[It's the first time in as long as he can remember that he really, truly wants to break down. Not just crumble, but cry and wail and leave anger behind to face the real pain underneath it. The lure is so strong.]

So - that's it. That's the end. [He never had to make a choice, because it was made for him.] I don't know about you, but I'm gonna get smashed and forget the shit out of everything for awhile. If you -

[He doesn't know what he's about to offer - an ear, a shoulder, a stool beside him at the bar? - because it never comes out. He just turns and starts to open the door.]