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only one can take you from this place
Characters: Emil [d2] (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pactum) and the Tenth Doctor [d6] (bit_impossible).
Location: The Ballroom on the Astral Plane.
Time: Before Marta and Emil leave Meltokio, a couple of days after he finds the first clue left by his amnesiac self.
Summary: Ten and Emil have a heart to heart.
Warnings: Dramaz with, as always, a dash of psycho. Poor kid. Also spoilers for the latter half of the game, since Emil in this deviation is a HUGE WALKING SPOILER. Yeah.
Emil felt a bit apprehensive as he sat there in the ballroom, waiting. They'd been playing tag for a little while now as Ten and Emil kept missing each other on the Plane. But it was the message that counted, right? Emil admired the Doctor greatly even if this wasn't the one he'd originally bonded with. But he was scared, too. Some weird things had been bothering him. And then there was something the Ninth Doctor said, and that blue-haired kid said something too, and... now Emil was torn between pursuing the leads he had or chasing the only goal that mattered. He wondered if the Doctor knew. He'd always looked after him, in any incarnation, and for that he was incredibly grateful— but guilty, as well.
He didn't want to know. The last time he'd looked into this, it ended up the death of at least one innocent person, and he'd hurt many others. His partners, creatures he'd tamed in the name of Ratatosk, were slaughtered in his defense. Emil's fingers trembled as he stared at the note before him.
Nothing made sense anymore.
He shoved the paper back into his scarf and pulled his knees to his chest. The boy sat alone in the golden pool of light the chandelier cast upon the ballroom, closed his eyes, and tried to imagine a happier time. But as he reached into the darkness for a memory of his parents, he could only draw out the same one.
"Mom..."
His grip in the fabric of his pants tightened until his knuckles turned white like bone.
pactum) and the Tenth Doctor [d6] (bit_impossible).Location: The Ballroom on the Astral Plane.
Time: Before Marta and Emil leave Meltokio, a couple of days after he finds the first clue left by his amnesiac self.
Summary: Ten and Emil have a heart to heart.
Warnings: Dramaz with, as always, a dash of psycho. Poor kid. Also spoilers for the latter half of the game, since Emil in this deviation is a HUGE WALKING SPOILER. Yeah.
Emil felt a bit apprehensive as he sat there in the ballroom, waiting. They'd been playing tag for a little while now as Ten and Emil kept missing each other on the Plane. But it was the message that counted, right? Emil admired the Doctor greatly even if this wasn't the one he'd originally bonded with. But he was scared, too. Some weird things had been bothering him. And then there was something the Ninth Doctor said, and that blue-haired kid said something too, and... now Emil was torn between pursuing the leads he had or chasing the only goal that mattered. He wondered if the Doctor knew. He'd always looked after him, in any incarnation, and for that he was incredibly grateful— but guilty, as well.
He didn't want to know. The last time he'd looked into this, it ended up the death of at least one innocent person, and he'd hurt many others. His partners, creatures he'd tamed in the name of Ratatosk, were slaughtered in his defense. Emil's fingers trembled as he stared at the note before him.
Nothing made sense anymore.
He shoved the paper back into his scarf and pulled his knees to his chest. The boy sat alone in the golden pool of light the chandelier cast upon the ballroom, closed his eyes, and tried to imagine a happier time. But as he reached into the darkness for a memory of his parents, he could only draw out the same one.
"Mom..."
His grip in the fabric of his pants tightened until his knuckles turned white like bone.
no subject
Meaning that like always, he was more than prepared to interfere.
no subject
"I'll figure it out," he said firmly. "With you and Marta and everyone else supporting me, I know I can do it. I know it."
Though he said that, there would always be some element of doubt lingering in the back of his mind. He ignored it. He might not be able to fight under his own power, but he was gonna try, damn it.