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our_magic_placeShe is not your Juliet.
She is not your Juliet. You are not starcrossed lovers with a neatly-packaged life.
She is not your Juliet. You are not starcrossed lovers with a neatly-packaged life. Even if you knew how to, you haven't a heart left to give her.
She is not your Juliet. You are not starcrossed lovers with a neatly-packaged life. Even if you knew how to, you haven't a heart left to give her. She's too ambitious to be a princess and you're too cold to be a prince, and you're both too busy saving the world to change.
She is not your Juliet. You are not starcrossed lovers with a neatly-packaged life. Even if you knew how to, you haven't a heart left to give her. She's too ambitious to be a princess and you're too cold to be a prince, and you're both too busy saving the world to change. The only poison on your lips is the taste of the unknown, which she wants but can not have.
She is not your Juliet. You are not starcrossed lovers with a neatly-packaged life. Even if you knew how to, you haven't a heart left to give her. She's too ambitious to be a princess and you're too cold to be a prince, and you're both too busy saving the world to change. The only poison on your lips is the taste of the unknown, which she wants but can not have. There is no desire in the bed you two share tonight, only awkwardness and the taint of memories you can't shake because in the end she is still not her, no matter how much she wishes and you wish that she was.
She is not your Juliet. You are not starcrossed lovers with a neatly-packaged life. Even if you knew how to, you haven't a heart left to give her. She's too ambitious to be a princess and you're too cold to be a prince, and you're both too busy saving the world to change. The only poison on your lips is the taste of the unknown, which she wants but can not have. There is no desire in the bed you two share tonight, only awkwardness and the taint of memories you can't shake because in the end she is still not her, no matter how much she wishes and you wish that she was. You're far from blind and you can see how she wants wants wants to make you happy, but you've lost too much, just lost too much to hand over what little of you that you have left to her.
She is not your Juliet.
But you are her Romeo. Your choice biting words (so much power in words) strike her as solidly as if you'd stabbed her yourself, and she crumples in front of you, a victim of her own misplaced desires, and you can't help but swallow the blame. You're not the first to fall, and therefore you get to hold her, you must deal with the aftermath of what you've done.
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 513
She is not your Juliet. You are not starcrossed lovers with a neatly-packaged life.
She is not your Juliet. You are not starcrossed lovers with a neatly-packaged life. Even if you knew how to, you haven't a heart left to give her.
She is not your Juliet. You are not starcrossed lovers with a neatly-packaged life. Even if you knew how to, you haven't a heart left to give her. She's too ambitious to be a princess and you're too cold to be a prince, and you're both too busy saving the world to change.
She is not your Juliet. You are not starcrossed lovers with a neatly-packaged life. Even if you knew how to, you haven't a heart left to give her. She's too ambitious to be a princess and you're too cold to be a prince, and you're both too busy saving the world to change. The only poison on your lips is the taste of the unknown, which she wants but can not have.
She is not your Juliet. You are not starcrossed lovers with a neatly-packaged life. Even if you knew how to, you haven't a heart left to give her. She's too ambitious to be a princess and you're too cold to be a prince, and you're both too busy saving the world to change. The only poison on your lips is the taste of the unknown, which she wants but can not have. There is no desire in the bed you two share tonight, only awkwardness and the taint of memories you can't shake because in the end she is still not her, no matter how much she wishes and you wish that she was.
She is not your Juliet. You are not starcrossed lovers with a neatly-packaged life. Even if you knew how to, you haven't a heart left to give her. She's too ambitious to be a princess and you're too cold to be a prince, and you're both too busy saving the world to change. The only poison on your lips is the taste of the unknown, which she wants but can not have. There is no desire in the bed you two share tonight, only awkwardness and the taint of memories you can't shake because in the end she is still not her, no matter how much she wishes and you wish that she was. You're far from blind and you can see how she wants wants wants to make you happy, but you've lost too much, just lost too much to hand over what little of you that you have left to her.
She is not your Juliet.
But you are her Romeo. Your choice biting words (so much power in words) strike her as solidly as if you'd stabbed her yourself, and she crumples in front of you, a victim of her own misplaced desires, and you can't help but swallow the blame. You're not the first to fall, and therefore you get to hold her, you must deal with the aftermath of what you've done.
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 513
