mercredi 26 décembre 2018

Like Gilded Clockwork

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The TARDIS was, at her heart, time itself. Past, present, future...there was no difference between the three, as in her eyes it was all happening at once. Time was always in flux and she could see it all. What could and couldn’t happen, what was and wasn’t possible...the things that rang of wrongness in time’s slipstream and the things she could change to make things right. She saw timelines that almost were and timelines that could never be, and the ones that Never Were and Never Could were so much more numerous than the ones that Could and Did.

She sat at the center of every moment in time, could feel the turn of the universe and every tiny change to the various timelines that spanned its existence. Some were beautiful...and some weren’t so pleasant.

She saw futures that made her heart ache, ones in which her Thief was left with loss in his eyes and pain in his hearts. Her Thief deserved so much more than that. She had the power to tug at the smallest of golden strands of time, to change the smallest of moments so that events led to a better timeline than other ones that Could Have Been.

Time and time again she had saved her Thief’s life...and one time, she chose to save her Wolf's.

Words: 1795, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Of Thieves and Wolves and Time Herself

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