A/N: Shadow Shots Chapter 11: Voices
He enters the Library and feels it, at once. The absence of people leaves snickers in the shadows, silent crying ringing in his ears, the tentative cries reaching out, touching, begging -
The shadows had employed voices.
An emotion that rarely rises in him suddenly strikes, echoing and reverberating through his skull and in his blood and pressing against his vocal chords: fear.
"Donna," he said, with a sort of trepidation, waver in his voice that Donna didn't seem to notice over her own discomfort. "Stay out of the shadows."
He doesn't tell her to be afraid of the shadows, or to not communicate with the shadows, because he knows one day she'll become a shadow of her own, trailing him through wilderness and adventures and darkness and where only the dead traverse.
Hopefully one day he'll become a shadow as well.
He supposes he's died a long time ago.
Jan. 17, 2016
~IsomorphicTARDIS