Musings ((one shot/open rp))

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((This started out as a one shot that wouldn't go away until I wrote it. If anyone wants to wander by, Nine won't shoo them off though!))

It was hardly a dignified position, he mused. The last of the Time Lords, sitting on the stone floor next to a glass case with a massive kernel of popcorn encased safely within it. He rested his elbows on his knees and realized that he really didn’t give a fig about dignity. He missed her.

 

Yes, he would eventually heal and move on – his future self was evidence of that – but he still felt old, broken and terribly brittle. The war had seen to that. Everything changed the first time she unleashed the full brilliance of her smile on him, leaving him stunned.

 

He had been a coward. He had loved her but he had been so afraid. So naturally, he waited until she was burning bright with the Time Vortex and one of them was doomed to die before he could do anything about it.

He tilted his head back, resting it against the glass.