Exile, Doctor/Sarah Janeviolet_quillJune 4 2007, 01:54:43 UTC
POSTING FOR ANDREALYNShe knew dozens of planet by verse, name, and number, but never enough about the only one that never took her in and that cast him out. The home she had on Earth could never compare to the one in a wooden blue-box, one almost warm if you closed your eyes and touched her from the outside
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exile, snape/dracoxanphibianJune 4 2007, 01:54:48 UTC
Ten days didn't sound like a lot, but when you were looking at it from Draco's perspective, it was an eternity. Ten days since he -- they -- fled from the school and the Aurors, ten days cut off from everything he's ever known.
Ten days of shock, and guilt, and frustration, with nothing to do but read Dark Arts books and help Professor Snape make potions with dubious uses.
He'd stopped asking how long they had to hide. He'd stopped asking when he could write to Mother, or when they were likely to stand before the Dark Lord.
There were other questions he'd never asked, like, 'Why did you do that for me?' and 'Did you ever think that maybe this was the wrong side to be on?' Maybe the first question could have been voiced, but Draco knows better than to ask the second.
He knows better than to ask Snape for what he really wants, too. So he'll keep assisting with the brewing, and following Snape's instructions to the letter, and try his best to put his other feelings aside
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She opens the door, surprised to see him standing there, dripping wet in the rain. Hair plastered to his head she ushers him past her into the house and promptly chucks a towel at him.
“Don’t drip on the carpet, it’ll leave stains.” She shakes her head slightly at herself, wondering when she started to care about things like that.
“She’s gone.”
Sarah turns to look at him, having moved away to tidy up. “Rose?”
“She’s gone.” He says again. “Fell through the Vortex.”
Sarah Jane reached out and gave him a slight hug, not knowing what else to do. “You’re not alone, you know.”
“I should be. People around me always get hurt. Maybe I should just go, be alone.”
Before she can say anything, he’s turned on his heel and left, and all she has is a damp towel.
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Ten days of shock, and guilt, and frustration, with nothing to do but read Dark Arts books and help Professor Snape make potions with dubious uses.
He'd stopped asking how long they had to hide. He'd stopped asking when he could write to Mother, or when they were likely to stand before the Dark Lord.
There were other questions he'd never asked, like, 'Why did you do that for me?' and 'Did you ever think that maybe this was the wrong side to be on?' Maybe the first question could have been voiced, but Draco knows better than to ask the second.
He knows better than to ask Snape for what he really wants, too. So he'll keep assisting with the brewing, and following Snape's instructions to the letter, and try his best to put his other feelings aside ( ... )
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She opens the door, surprised to see him standing there, dripping wet in the rain. Hair plastered to his head she ushers him past her into the house and promptly chucks a towel at him.
“Don’t drip on the carpet, it’ll leave stains.” She shakes her head slightly at herself, wondering when she started to care about things like that.
“She’s gone.”
Sarah turns to look at him, having moved away to tidy up. “Rose?”
“She’s gone.” He says again. “Fell through the Vortex.”
Sarah Jane reached out and gave him a slight hug, not knowing what else to do. “You’re not alone, you know.”
“I should be. People around me always get hurt. Maybe I should just go, be alone.”
Before she can say anything, he’s turned on his heel and left, and all she has is a damp towel.
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Again, wonderful.
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