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DW Fic: Cycles

Title: Cycles
Type: Drabble, 100 words
[personal profile] kaffyr
Characters: Twelfth Doctor, Clara Oswald
Summary: He was still relearning to care.
Author's Note: I'm not particularly good with drabbles, because my natural urge is to write long. But it's been long enough since I wrote anything, that I figured I'd try going outside my comfort zone. I wrote this in response to one of the Dr. Who challenge communities.
Disclaimer: I own no Whoniverse characters, and take no coin. They are the sole property of the BBC and their respective creators.
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“I’m alright. You get some sleep.”
“You’re sure.”
He knew Clara knew he wouldn’t answer.
They’d lost today. A mission; a life.
Clara had apologized to the survivors because he was still relearning how to care. Her apologies were accepted, with banked resentment on the part of those they’d saved.
There were things he hated about regeneration, rejiggerings of his psyche. Losing empathy, even temporarily, angered him.
It’s part of the cycle he whispered to himself. Victories, defeats, things in-between.
This was why he’d tried to lose empathy, he supposed. He waited for Clara’s return so he could hug her.


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Sep. 30th, 2018 05:54 pm (UTC)
I love drabbles, they're such exquisite little things. And can pack such a punch.

V interesting choice of subject, and love delving into Twelve's psyche.
Sep. 30th, 2018 06:56 pm (UTC)
Thanks; Twelve is extremely important to me, a beloved Doctor who I sometimes feel crept up on me, and at other times feel as if he was a building falling down on me. I love him. (I love Eleven, too, and there are echoes of Eleven in Twelve, and of Twelve in Eleven, because who cares about linear thinking, but my love for Twelve feels a bit like a wound, if that makes sense.

He always seemed so angry in the first series, an outward and visible sign of Eleven's inward and spiritually affable universal resentment - and I think that anger was largely at himself, until he could balance himself, which I think happened after that initial series. I tried to put that into this: how much he hated feeling, and how much he hated not feeling.

Hmmm. Run-on thoughts ....
Sep. 30th, 2018 07:53 pm (UTC)
Run-on thoughts are good! I have an icon for that and everything. :D

And for now I shall just say that you will LOVE Promethia's vid and can then run on about Twelve for AGES. Just wait.
Sep. 30th, 2018 09:21 pm (UTC)
I know I'll love it. You and she do such lovely, intellectually rigorous poetry when you write or vid.
Oct. 5th, 2018 10:48 pm (UTC)
Beautiful. Simply beautiful and poignant - and with that ring of truth that sends shivers down the spine. Ahhh, how I have missed your words!

Oct. 6th, 2018 03:21 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much; I'm glad you liked it! I have missed seeing your words, fiction and nonfiction both; it's so good to see you!
Oct. 8th, 2018 09:39 pm (UTC)
Thank you, dearest...making a renewed effort to be here more. Hopefully I will be able to keep that up for the long run!

Oct. 9th, 2018 01:09 pm (UTC)
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