Jan. 31st, 2009

unearthlysusan: (exile)
Susan didn’t dream of Gallifrey anymore. Not really. She dreamt instead of a planet with twin suns and shining silver trees, a haven of peace in a universe filled with wildness and uncertainty. She dreamt of a glittering citadel and a population of laughing, happy individuals.

Gallifrey certainly wasn’t like that. It had never been peaceful. Beautiful, perhaps, but laughter was as alien to Time Lords as any of the technology she’d encountered in Foreman’s junkyard.

Time Lord politics rippled constantly through the Capitol. Each fresh wave tarnished the walls and turned the elaborate robes of the High Council to rust and ruin. Her departure hadn’t changed that. Even her grandfather – who had been more influential that he’d wanted to be and more influential than the other Time Lords had ever expected – hadn’t changed that.

ExpandShe smoothed out the creases while she slept. )

Prompt: Alien
Word Count: 449

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