Drabble Series based on the Four Cardinal Virtues.
Fortitude – The longing for something lost, that doesn't need to hold his hand anymore…
Justice – There is no Justice in the world… Spoilers for Last of the Timelords
Prudence – What he lacks in his own kind, is found in yet another Spoilers for The Voyage of the Damned
Temperance – He Loved and Despised her for it…
Note: Drabbles are not 100 words cut and dry in this. For literary flare, some words couldn't be taken out!
Many thanks to Lady Harkness and Miss Porter for their Glorious Beta's and Reads…
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'Les Vertus Cardinales' – Drabble Series---------------
Fortitude.
When two people separate, and are thrown so far,
They finally stop to realise the world in between them.
Starting at one end as a single unit only to be severed as two entities,
Made to spread in opposite paths through time and space,
Every atom of their existence divided by iconic circumstance,
The Doctor feels the galaxies wash in his blood,
As this oncoming storm finds itself calling in the dust,
'Oh, she knows…'The girl that haunts him is still fighting,
Strong of mind and pure of spirit,
Looking from the outside in,
The Time Vortex calls out for her,
And for the love of him…
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Justice.
The word loses meaning with every bitter retort shouted above his deaf ears.
Not what it once was, it stands as a template, a warning to the right and the wrongs of this world.
His fingers ache, clutching so hard as he curls around limp shoulders, watching the measured face of a man who had, through fire and thunder been his Nemesis, Friend and above all,
Equal.
The only other Time Lord in existence.
Heat burns through his face as tears cool against lines and freckles.
It dawns on him once more,
Justice has failed the little lost boy running…
He is alone.
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Prudence.
Not always the Doctor's forte…
Never thinking of himself first, nor worried about going headlong into the shitstorm,
His ability had always been how to get out of a sticky spot, as opposed to avoiding it in the first place.
It appeared Miss Astrid Peth shared his distaste for the 'preferred method' also.
Maybe, like many in his past, she was looking for a way out, a new line to follow? So many before her had jumped at a trip around the universe with a mysterious man in a big blue box.
Luckily for her,
He was in 'that' mood today.
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'Temperance'...
He batted the thought away with timed annoyance, bringing his attention back to the one sat all too close. My, had time altered his perspective somewhat…
Brown eyelashes flickered over pupils, dilating towards the sight of round moistened lips.
If lips could call out without the aid of a vocal chord he wagered that hers would in a millisecond…
He loved and despised her for it.
And, if it weren't for the fact that she looked like a Christmas present to be opened, he would have assumed the role of old man pervert quite comfortably…
Thankfully however,
He was a little bit foxy.
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Many thanks for Reading, Merry Xmas!