* TIME LORDS ARE COMPLEX, it’s written in their very DNA - such an ancient species and yet every part of that complexity screams at romana that nothing is how it appears. no. there’s so much beneath the surface, beneath the illusion that shines so brightly - a trustworthy face, almost innocent. romana is old by human standards, always feeling ancient, she’s survived the falls of so many civilisations and yet she knows at her very core that something powerful is in the room. something beyond human comprehension. fascination and concern both bubbling away beneath the surface of steel skin.
❝ yet you’ve chosen the face of a child. ❞ she never saw it in her youth, in her original travels with the doctor… but wars have passed && romana has spent too long around death to consider any human much more than infants. usually well meaning, messy, sad little infants still trying to find some comfort amongst the chaos. whilst she lacks the doctor’s loyalty to them, the fixation, she also lacks the master’s utter disregard for their lives. so her head tilts, dark hair spilling over her shoulder a black hole around her features. perhaps she should speak more carefully, but caution has never been in her nature.
oddly she prefers the true voice, prefers the hints of reality over any pleasant lie. a harsh reality has always been better than an addictive lie. truth over fiction, unmoving from her spot, unflinching. simply curious as she unblinkingly watches with fascinated numbness. ❝ I’m assuming you chose the face of course. you’re not exactly coming across as the ‘naturally bound by flesh’ sort. ❞
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐗 𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 , laughter echoing around the beings form by the moment . how natural of immortals to see so many things as youth , when in fact time is a crashing point , all occurs in a moment and then all is gone . their time is a concept that flows through this body , nothing linear and all ageless . the vortex is energy , simple as that . slow , the body floats around the room , finds interest in surroundings ; how long since this form has been taken ? strange to think the bad wolf could hold with her creation , to feel object in created hands , so many things they take for granted .
one person alone is important to the vortex , the girl who gave her face , her life , who stabilised and became the vessel . ❛ this face belonged to a girl once , and she is me as much as i am , for her body became my saviour , the one stabilising force for time . ❜ and she died , somewhat , though a version of her remains out there , a parting gift from the void . the bad wolf holds the girl as an imprint , creates herself in the image still , holds to once when a vessel was human . THE DUALITY IS A CONFUSING MATTER , even for the one who holds it .
❛ does that answer your question ? ❜ haunted tone echoes around , a million points in time speak as one together as the bad wolf ceases the wandering , stills , time itself seems to stop with her . there is only the vortex and little more , light forming a being over , and over , and over again .
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