[Fandom Muses] July Prompt (Quotes)
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his_sarah_jane"It is the confession, not the priest, that gives us absolution" - Oscar Wilde
“You left me.”
Despite that hint of anger and frustration in her tone, she spoke with an icy calmness. Her once pretty face, now scarred with a line chasing down from left eyebrow to right cheek, held a sardonic sort of smile. Eyes that once sparkled with a joy and a thirst for life seemed empty now. There was still a deliberate gentleness to her touch, a reminder of the loving, eager, and adventurous girl she had once been.
Only five years prior.
“You left me,” she continued, running the tip of the knife blade along his neck. “It wasn’t South Croydon. Oh, it wasn’t even close. Wasn’t even Aberdeen, you see. After all, you do remember how the Kraals built that false Devesham, don’t you?”
She leaned closer to him. The knife fell back to her side as she blew gently on his ear. A small giggle escaped her as she remembered the events of so long ago. Then she whispered, “You do remember how easily we stopped them, then, using their own androids against them? We were brilliant, weren’t we?
“They weren’t happy.”
Laughing with delight, she scampered away from him to fully take in his reaction. He was bound to the vertical table, feet and hands locked in place by heavy metal bands. His mouth was gagged and for once, oh for one of the few times since she had first met him, he couldn’t talk. It thrilled her, thrilled her so very much. His precious sonic screwdriver sat on a table not too far away, taunting him with its very presence.
But it was the eyes that got her the most. Those beautiful eyes were more haunted than she had ever seen them before. They were defeated.
Oh, it was beautiful.
“And you know what they did?” She skipped back over towards the table, running a hand lightly over his chest. Her fingers played with coat buttons and she laughed. “Experiments!
“Oh so many lovely little experiments, absolutely determined to perfect their virus! Never ever allowed to actually die, of course. I was the only human within miles.”
Her hand tightened on the hilt of the knife when an arm wrapped around her waist. She turned, breaking her gaze of him for the first time since her husband presented her with their anniversary gift. The blade pressed into the throat of the arm still holding on to her waist. Lips met despite the placement of the knife for a hot and heavy kiss.
“You see, Doctor,” she said afterwards, standing now apart from her husband. She played with the knife, using it to clean her nails as she spoke. “He rescued me. All those times, oh, all those many times you had me convinced that he wasn’t the villain. My darling Master. He saved me.
“And never even once abandoned me.”
She shook her head: once, twice, three times. Her eyes danced with anticipation. Her smile became predatory. “I understand now, Doctor. You… oh, you, the man that claimed to be my best friend, the man who left me to suffer… oh it’s you who is the true villain of this story.
“And,” Sarah Jane spoke with conviction. She raised the knife, held it still for a moment, and then let it fly through the air, straight towards the aorta joining his two hearts. “And, the villain always has to die.”
His final gasp was a death rattle more beautiful to her ears than any other noise she ever heard. She stood there, transfixed, as he failed to regenerate. That was that, then. A stray tear fell down her cheek. She brushed it away callously.
Warm arms wrapped around her waist again. This time, she did not flinch and only smiled when he rested his chin on her shoulder. “Are you all right, my dear?”
She laughed. “Oh, of course, darling. In fact, I feel absolutely wonderful!
“I confessed.”
“You left me.”
Despite that hint of anger and frustration in her tone, she spoke with an icy calmness. Her once pretty face, now scarred with a line chasing down from left eyebrow to right cheek, held a sardonic sort of smile. Eyes that once sparkled with a joy and a thirst for life seemed empty now. There was still a deliberate gentleness to her touch, a reminder of the loving, eager, and adventurous girl she had once been.
Only five years prior.
“You left me,” she continued, running the tip of the knife blade along his neck. “It wasn’t South Croydon. Oh, it wasn’t even close. Wasn’t even Aberdeen, you see. After all, you do remember how the Kraals built that false Devesham, don’t you?”
She leaned closer to him. The knife fell back to her side as she blew gently on his ear. A small giggle escaped her as she remembered the events of so long ago. Then she whispered, “You do remember how easily we stopped them, then, using their own androids against them? We were brilliant, weren’t we?
“They weren’t happy.”
Laughing with delight, she scampered away from him to fully take in his reaction. He was bound to the vertical table, feet and hands locked in place by heavy metal bands. His mouth was gagged and for once, oh for one of the few times since she had first met him, he couldn’t talk. It thrilled her, thrilled her so very much. His precious sonic screwdriver sat on a table not too far away, taunting him with its very presence.
But it was the eyes that got her the most. Those beautiful eyes were more haunted than she had ever seen them before. They were defeated.
Oh, it was beautiful.
“And you know what they did?” She skipped back over towards the table, running a hand lightly over his chest. Her fingers played with coat buttons and she laughed. “Experiments!
“Oh so many lovely little experiments, absolutely determined to perfect their virus! Never ever allowed to actually die, of course. I was the only human within miles.”
Her hand tightened on the hilt of the knife when an arm wrapped around her waist. She turned, breaking her gaze of him for the first time since her husband presented her with their anniversary gift. The blade pressed into the throat of the arm still holding on to her waist. Lips met despite the placement of the knife for a hot and heavy kiss.
“You see, Doctor,” she said afterwards, standing now apart from her husband. She played with the knife, using it to clean her nails as she spoke. “He rescued me. All those times, oh, all those many times you had me convinced that he wasn’t the villain. My darling Master. He saved me.
“And never even once abandoned me.”
She shook her head: once, twice, three times. Her eyes danced with anticipation. Her smile became predatory. “I understand now, Doctor. You… oh, you, the man that claimed to be my best friend, the man who left me to suffer… oh it’s you who is the true villain of this story.
“And,” Sarah Jane spoke with conviction. She raised the knife, held it still for a moment, and then let it fly through the air, straight towards the aorta joining his two hearts. “And, the villain always has to die.”
His final gasp was a death rattle more beautiful to her ears than any other noise she ever heard. She stood there, transfixed, as he failed to regenerate. That was that, then. A stray tear fell down her cheek. She brushed it away callously.
Warm arms wrapped around her waist again. This time, she did not flinch and only smiled when he rested his chin on her shoulder. “Are you all right, my dear?”
She laughed. “Oh, of course, darling. In fact, I feel absolutely wonderful!
“I confessed.”
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Date: 2008-07-05 11:40 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-07-06 02:59 pm (UTC)May I borrow Sarah Jane for a prompt? Just after she kissed Eleven?
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Date: 2008-07-06 04:04 pm (UTC)Also: would you want to do another Sarah and Eleven thread thing since the old England one seems to be coming to a close?
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Date: 2008-07-06 08:58 pm (UTC)another Sarah and Eleven thread thing
Yes please! Do you have any ideas?
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Date: 2008-07-07 01:28 am (UTC)Do you have any ideas?
Do you have AIM or anything? I tend to brainstorm better when shooting ideas back and forth with people. If so, I'm Enelya Sol on there. And certain we can think of something.
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Date: 2008-07-05 11:53 pm (UTC)That, however? Was wonderful. Well done!
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Date: 2008-07-06 04:38 am (UTC)Thank you, though!
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Date: 2008-07-06 12:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-06 04:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-06 05:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-07-06 08:17 pm (UTC)OOC
Date: 2008-07-06 12:53 pm (UTC)Re: OOC
Date: 2008-07-06 08:17 pm (UTC):)
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Date: 2008-07-28 10:05 pm (UTC)Just a thought- if this occurred in the alternate universe that 10th Doctor(2) and Rose end up in, wouldn't it be fun if they crossed paths?
'Doctor/Rose, meet the Master/Sarah' .......
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Date: 2008-07-29 01:52 am (UTC)And oh man. That would NOT be good for either Rose or the Doctor at all. >>