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dear_mun2012-01-09 10:38 pm
or_timelords) wrote in dear_mun2012-01-09 10:38 pm
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forever alone. i mean homeless.
That didn't last long, did it?
Six tags. Six tiny tags before you lose interest. Yes, yes, I know, you haven't lost interest. You're just not sure if you have my voice down. What's that even supposed to mean, by the way? I've got my voice down. Beautifully, perfectly, there's nothing wrong with my voice. I could sing the Queen of the Night's second aria with my voice, except not, because you won't let me. I can't do anything unless you let me. Can you even imagine how frustrating that is? You tell people that you know me inside and out; well, if you do, you should know that I like to keep busy. Sitting in the back of your head watching dustbunnies collect in the corners of your brain isn't really my definition of keeping busy.
Brains so do have corners. I've lived in one for over three years; I should know.
Anyway. Finish the thread, yeah? You want to finish the thread. You keep saying you do, and I live in your head, so I know you're telling the truth. Just go and do it! And stop letting the other one talk to Sherlock Holmes. It's always him who gets to meet all the interesting people. He needs to stop hogging all the attention; other people want to get out, too. At least occasionally.
Six tags. Six tiny tags before you lose interest. Yes, yes, I know, you haven't lost interest. You're just not sure if you have my voice down. What's that even supposed to mean, by the way? I've got my voice down. Beautifully, perfectly, there's nothing wrong with my voice. I could sing the Queen of the Night's second aria with my voice, except not, because you won't let me. I can't do anything unless you let me. Can you even imagine how frustrating that is? You tell people that you know me inside and out; well, if you do, you should know that I like to keep busy. Sitting in the back of your head watching dustbunnies collect in the corners of your brain isn't really my definition of keeping busy.
Brains so do have corners. I've lived in one for over three years; I should know.
Anyway. Finish the thread, yeah? You want to finish the thread. You keep saying you do, and I live in your head, so I know you're telling the truth. Just go and do it! And stop letting the other one talk to Sherlock Holmes. It's always him who gets to meet all the interesting people. He needs to stop hogging all the attention; other people want to get out, too. At least occasionally.
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[And you. Really don't seem to remember him. Or want to remember him. He'll take a shot in the dark for an explanation.] This isn't one of your... time thing...ies, is it? [With a wrist flap. He vaguely understands that your concept of time and his concept of time differ. Though he doesn't know by how much.]
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[He nods and straightens up, shoving his hands into his trouser pockets.] We haven't met. You and I. You've met my alternate. Human, lives in Cardiff. Goes by John Smith. That's not me. Me, I'm the Time Lord. The original. [He swishes his coat back and forth and gives you a grin. He's the Doctor, the original, the one and only. He's pretty fantastic, isn't he? More fantastic than the human. Come on, admit it.]