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oncoming_storms Prompt 50
Jul. 26th, 2008 04:24 pmSusan Foreman had the same ridiculous capacity for hope as her grandfather.
She was desperately willing to believe that she could find some trace of the person he’d once been. Little Susan - no longer that little, actually - was all too happy to kiss the same man who’d bounced her on his knee when she was a Time Tot, trying to draw out the less than savoury memories as if she was sucking poison from a wound.
The Master had seduced her, luring her into his bed and away from her husband and her life on Earth, yet she refused to consider him a true villain. She was still so deliciously naïve, and it was rather nice to know that some things never changed.
( They’d been rather close, back on Gallifrey. )
Prompt: It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
Word Count: 725
She was desperately willing to believe that she could find some trace of the person he’d once been. Little Susan - no longer that little, actually - was all too happy to kiss the same man who’d bounced her on his knee when she was a Time Tot, trying to draw out the less than savoury memories as if she was sucking poison from a wound.
The Master had seduced her, luring her into his bed and away from her husband and her life on Earth, yet she refused to consider him a true villain. She was still so deliciously naïve, and it was rather nice to know that some things never changed.
( They’d been rather close, back on Gallifrey. )
Prompt: It is our choices that show what we truly are, far more than our abilities.
Word Count: 725
