A/N; Writers block has got me in it's ice cold grip, and this is my way of dealing with it. It probably doesn't make any sense, it probably isn't any good, but it's here, and I hoped it helped.
I'll try to continue 'Tintomara' next week. That was the point of this exercise, that story is really my top priority.
Same thing as the 'Discworld Drabbles', but set in Doctor Who-verse instead. That's where my muse landed. I set all my music at random, than wrote 200 words based on the first three songs. Tell me what you think? I think they're horribly OOC... :s
First drabble set after 'Runaway bride', other two should be pretty obvious. I think...
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"- ...Hold another hand while the hand's still without a tool
Drown into eyes while they're still blind... - "
Nightwish, While Your Lips Are Still Read
His palm itches. It's quite annoying, actually. It itches in one of those places where, no matter how much you scratch it, it doesn't help one bit. It still bloody itches!
His fingers twitch. Grasping for something that's not there any more. He tries valiantly to ignore it, and blames it on the (relatively; really, what's one year for a 900-year old time lord? ) new body.
He ignores the little voice in his head that whispers that he's fooling himself, because he knows it's wrong. He can't be fooling himself when he knows that he's trying his damnedest to fool himself. Or something like that. Sometimes even he has trouble following his own prattle.
His hand is trying to tell him something he already knows, but pretends he's forgotten. Trying to tell him how much he misses that other hand, that smaller, softer hand that used to fit so perfectly in his grasp. The hand he let go of.
He decides he won't listen. He blames the regeneration, and think about other things.
If he doesn't think about it, it doesn't hurt. At least he tries to tell himself that, and it almost works.
But it still bloody itches!