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regndoftDid I mention I'm making this journal public again? I started f-locking ages back because of depression talk and other personal things, and then I never really broke the habit. But now I am!
In other news, I'm trying to keep my writing going by dabbling with drabbles. Even when I have better things to be writing, apparently. *CoughYuletideCough*
Anyway, these have been in the back of my mind ever since I watched The Myth Makers and The Daleks' Master Plan. At first I was considering making a (100 words) drabble for each Hartnell serial, but then I realised these unintentionally almost work as companion pieces? Idk. Might write more.
Spoilers for Vicki and Katarina's departures.
Troy burns, and Vicki lets her name and past burn with it.
When she looks back at the flames, tall as towers burning red even behind closed eyes, she knows that she will wonder for as long as she lives if she could have changed history; if there could still be a city where the fire now feasts. If the Doctor and Steven made it out alive and if she will ever see snow again.
But surely, the Lady Cressida thinks, the fall of Troy and rise of Rome is worth a life, and a name, and a blue box.
Katarina dies a long way from earth, and even further from the place she called home.
Death is gluttonous and insatiable, and when the airlock opens it swallows her whole. For a moment she wonders, if perhaps this is the way it was meant to be; Katarina remembers Troy, the city consumed by fire and the people devoured by flames, and knows that she died with them.
It is not fire that claims her, but that is all the same.
She can see no stars, but the celestial body that pulls her towards it is a cold shade of blue.
In other news, I'm trying to keep my writing going by dabbling with drabbles. Even when I have better things to be writing, apparently. *CoughYuletideCough*
Anyway, these have been in the back of my mind ever since I watched The Myth Makers and The Daleks' Master Plan. At first I was considering making a (100 words) drabble for each Hartnell serial, but then I realised these unintentionally almost work as companion pieces? Idk. Might write more.
Spoilers for Vicki and Katarina's departures.
Troy burns, and Vicki lets her name and past burn with it.
When she looks back at the flames, tall as towers burning red even behind closed eyes, she knows that she will wonder for as long as she lives if she could have changed history; if there could still be a city where the fire now feasts. If the Doctor and Steven made it out alive and if she will ever see snow again.
But surely, the Lady Cressida thinks, the fall of Troy and rise of Rome is worth a life, and a name, and a blue box.
Katarina dies a long way from earth, and even further from the place she called home.
Death is gluttonous and insatiable, and when the airlock opens it swallows her whole. For a moment she wonders, if perhaps this is the way it was meant to be; Katarina remembers Troy, the city consumed by fire and the people devoured by flames, and knows that she died with them.
It is not fire that claims her, but that is all the same.
She can see no stars, but the celestial body that pulls her towards it is a cold shade of blue.
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Date: 2012-12-12 05:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-12-12 08:57 pm (UTC)Thank you. <3 I just want more Hartnell era fic. Because everyone is so precious.