You have so got the post-Time-War Doctor, and Nine in particular. This...
He runs from his own thoroughly pernicious, persistent and ever-expanding guilt. He runs from the rage that threatens, sometimes, to swallow him whole.
...and this...
...he prays. He doesn’t pray to useless, non-existent deities (where the hell have they been for the last 900 years?), but rather to her.
...say it so perfectly.
And I love "East-ArseEnd." :D
One small thing: He can’t help but thinking that...looks like a typo. (Unless it's a Britglish thing?) If so, I thought you'd like to catch it.
Your story is beautifully written and paced, and heartrending. I'll be watching for more of your work!
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You have so got the post-Time-War Doctor, and Nine in particular. This...
He runs from his own thoroughly pernicious, persistent and ever-expanding guilt. He runs from the rage that threatens, sometimes, to swallow him whole.
...and this...
...he prays. He doesn’t pray to useless, non-existent deities (where the hell have they been for the last 900 years?), but rather to her.
...say it so perfectly.
And I love "East-ArseEnd." :D
One small thing: He can’t help but thinking that...looks like a typo. (Unless it's a Britglish thing?) If so, I thought you'd like to catch it.
Your story is beautifully written and paced, and heartrending. I'll be watching for more of your work!