for onapostcard: Masochism Tango

[rude_not_ginger]

Let our love be a flame, not an ember,
Say its me that you want to dismember.
Blacken my eye,
Set fire to my tie,
As we dance to the masochism tango.
--Tom Lehrer, Masochism Tango



Rose,

Hi.

It's been a while since I've actually sat down and had a good long think. Even longer since Canary Warf. The TARDIS tells me it's been just over two months vortex-time since…well, since. My slightly more masochistic side came out today and here I am. Thinking about you and me and everything. Decided to write you a postcard, I'm going to see if I can get it to slip through the seam on the universes. If it doesn't, well…no harm done.

50% of this postcard has been preamble. Let me tell you what this postcard is. I'm on Storocora, a planet inhabited by beings who look a lot like humans except they have power conduit controls in the back to help them "recharge" rather than eat. Nearly stabbed in the back of the neck several times by gentlemen just trying to give me a recharge because I look too thin.

Oh, and they occasionally burst into song and dance. Today I walked past a line of men and women just dancing the tango. Just dancing! Music from the city seems to well up here and they atune themselves to it, breaking into chorus.

I know you'd like it here.

Anyway. So! I hope all is well with you and Jackie and Mickey and all of everybody. Give them my love when you see them and all that.

I miss you.

The Doctor

Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 230

Comments

[banished_dame]

It takes two years for it to simply 'slip' through the vortex. Two years and Rose never wanted to forget, but two years is a long time to hold onto a hope. Two years is a long time to think of anything but what she doesn't want to think about.

But she does it. She moves on. She becomes that woman that she knows he'd want her to be.

Two years and a postcard shows up and she doesn't cry for a missed adventure, she doesn't pine away at a time she could've been a part of. She pins it up to the board near her desk. A slew of paperwork and files to be filed away for Torchwood clutter the area, but the one lone postcard reminds her of where she came from, and what all is out there.

It reminds her that even though it's been two years... it's still okay to hope that one day he'll figure it out.

She misses him too.

[kitkatbyte.livejournal.com]

I like the thing with the recharging.

Nearly stabbed in the back of the neck several times by gentlemen just trying to give me a recharge because I look too thin.

Hee.