on a forthcoming profile/icon reboot

[relative_dimensions]

I can see what you're doing.

Looking at little hundred-by-hundred pixel pictures. Reading old scenes. Flipping through archives and books.

You're thinking of bringing me back. Putting my secrets out in the open, so everybody can marvel and gawk at me, and you can sit back and feel very happy and smug and proud.

Well, I'm not having it. I won't. I left the war, I left the fighting, I don't need it snapping at my heels. It's dumb and spiteful and I don't like it.

So stop. You know that you won't find anybody from my native reality. It's a what-if of a single version of a fairytale. Nobody else is around from there.

Good. Let them burn.

Comments

[ofdrumsthesound]

Nothing is quite as nasty as a Time War, it's true.

[relative_dimensions]

And you should be the first one hurled into the inferno, and the last one to come out.

[ofdrumsthesound]

Nah, that's Rassilon. He made me what I am, after all, and that wasn't the only horror to be laid at his feet.

[tricksandmischief]

Your mun wishes to reveal all your secrets? That isn't very wise of them.

[relative_dimensions]

So that I'm more 'easier to relate to.' That's what he said.

[lateness]

Well, look at you.

You're beautiful, aren't you?

I haven't seen one of yours in quite some time.

[relative_dimensions]

[There's a moment where she bristles–Themis can feel the familiar buzz of Time Lord in her skull. But none of them called her beautiful–save her primary engineer, who preferred more feminine forms than that. And less eccentric clothing, come to think of it.

She gives a small, almost hesitant smile.]

I am, aren't I?