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realmofthemuseLove is patient; love is kind. Love is not envious or boastful or arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice in wrongdoing but rejoices in truth. It bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things. King James version of the Bible - 1 Corinthians 13:4-7
You wait. You've been waiting from the moment of your birthing. You wait for someone to step into your shiny white rooms and live within you. To tell you where to go. To show you the stars. This is the nature of the Time And Relative Dimensions In Space machine. You have never wanted anything else.
He will arrive. He will sneak into the birthing chambers and visit you many times. The first few will be quiet curiosity: Is it you? Are you to be my TARDIS? You will have never heard that anagram before, but it will be said so lovingly that you won't wish to be called anything but that ever again. He will stroke the sides of your console and will talk to you about what places he wants to take you both.
He will be far too young. His eyes will shine with a strange sort of longing, something you will never have seen in another Time Lord before. He will curl up beneath the stairs deep within your hull and will tell you about his past, about why he is so frightened that he will never be able to travel within you. You shall hear his words, if perhaps not understand them, and your walls will curl towards him, longing to embrace the man within, to show him that there is nothing more you desire than for him to be your captain, to travel the universe within you.
You will love him. Completely and utterly, with an almost maternal longing. You will wish to make him happy, you will want to show him the universe, help him right the wrongs that he says are there. Are always, always there. He will sleep in one of your rooms, and the room will be warmer for you, keeping him safe.
He will leave, as he always does, to go back to his studying, to go back to learning what he needs to know to become worthy in the eyes of his peers to have you. You are lonely and cold, but you will wait. ( You would wait an eternity for him, because you love him. )
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,035
Special thanks for the idea from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shaman_x here.
You wait. You've been waiting from the moment of your birthing. You wait for someone to step into your shiny white rooms and live within you. To tell you where to go. To show you the stars. This is the nature of the Time And Relative Dimensions In Space machine. You have never wanted anything else.
He will arrive. He will sneak into the birthing chambers and visit you many times. The first few will be quiet curiosity: Is it you? Are you to be my TARDIS? You will have never heard that anagram before, but it will be said so lovingly that you won't wish to be called anything but that ever again. He will stroke the sides of your console and will talk to you about what places he wants to take you both.
He will be far too young. His eyes will shine with a strange sort of longing, something you will never have seen in another Time Lord before. He will curl up beneath the stairs deep within your hull and will tell you about his past, about why he is so frightened that he will never be able to travel within you. You shall hear his words, if perhaps not understand them, and your walls will curl towards him, longing to embrace the man within, to show him that there is nothing more you desire than for him to be your captain, to travel the universe within you.
You will love him. Completely and utterly, with an almost maternal longing. You will wish to make him happy, you will want to show him the universe, help him right the wrongs that he says are there. Are always, always there. He will sleep in one of your rooms, and the room will be warmer for you, keeping him safe.
He will leave, as he always does, to go back to his studying, to go back to learning what he needs to know to become worthy in the eyes of his peers to have you. You are lonely and cold, but you will wait. ( You would wait an eternity for him, because you love him. )
Muse: The Doctor (Ten)
Fandom: Doctor Who
Word Count: 1,035
Special thanks for the idea from
shaman_x here.
