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who_contestTitle: Funambulism
Rating: PG
Genre: introspection
Word Count: 540
Characters: OFC, Ainley!Master, mention of Rassilon
Summary: Messing with timelines leads to one place - Gallifrey
Notes: More "One Last Soul" verse-ness in which we time travel without references to Stuff That Has Happened, so I really hope people can actually follow it!
Though her ability to see the future was never good, Seren has always known it would come to this. To Gallifrey. Where everything hangs on a wire and she hopes her balance is good enough, because it's more than her life on the line.
She watches the orange sky from her window, lost in time and thought. Gravity flips her stomach as if she's stood on an edge high in the air. She closes her eyes and pulls in a breath. The door opens as she lets it go again.
Her first decision had been made from desperation. The second had been calmer. Clearer. She's ignored what she was supposed to do and done what she felt was right. She doesn't regret it. She turns to look at his face to see if he regrets it. He hides his emotions well and even now she's not always completely sure. She almost asks, but instead it's a bigger question that she voices.
“Can you trust me?”
He shouldn't. Not when she's given him no reason to. But their very lives depend on whether he can. Whether her betrayal is too much to get past. She might be forgiven, but trusted?
“What do you plan on doing?” he asks and she nearly laughs.
“Talk very quickly and loudly.” She hitches her shoulders. “I'm going to tell them the truth. Every single second of it so they have no lie to hide behind.”
She knows he knows she knows. She's seen to the heart of him, to the beginning and how he came to be what he had been. To what lies just beneath the surface, and the Council will burn before she lets them reduce him once more.
“You're angry,” he says. She is, and has been since they arrived on Gallifrey. No one else has seen through her act. He's been in the room all of a minute and knows. A slow smile curves his lips. “This should be interesting.”
The door opens again, admitting a guard. Seren squares her shoulder and walks to meet him. She gives the weapon he holds a disdainful look and tosses her head. Fury over-rides the fear and she stalks into the council chamber as if she isn't stepping onto a tightrope.
As if one wrong move won't see her falling. The wire is thin and though she sees the other side, she isn't sure she can reach it.
“I trust you.”
It's soft and unheard by anyone else in the chamber, but it fills her with strength. Gives her a sense of balance. Every eye is on her. Centre stage, she is centre of attention, and her performance will secure more than just the ability to leave Gallifrey. She's undone the past, balanced the present, and though her ability to see the future was never good, for once it's perfectly clear.
Seren locks her gaze on Rassilon and smirks. His cold expression falters a little, and she knows he's thinking of how his control of her has failed once. That it could happen again. He's no idea that he has no hold over her whatsoever because she belongs heart, body and mind to another.
He's about to find out.
Rating: PG
Genre: introspection
Word Count: 540
Characters: OFC, Ainley!Master, mention of Rassilon
Summary: Messing with timelines leads to one place - Gallifrey
Notes: More "One Last Soul" verse-ness in which we time travel without references to Stuff That Has Happened, so I really hope people can actually follow it!
Though her ability to see the future was never good, Seren has always known it would come to this. To Gallifrey. Where everything hangs on a wire and she hopes her balance is good enough, because it's more than her life on the line.
She watches the orange sky from her window, lost in time and thought. Gravity flips her stomach as if she's stood on an edge high in the air. She closes her eyes and pulls in a breath. The door opens as she lets it go again.
Her first decision had been made from desperation. The second had been calmer. Clearer. She's ignored what she was supposed to do and done what she felt was right. She doesn't regret it. She turns to look at his face to see if he regrets it. He hides his emotions well and even now she's not always completely sure. She almost asks, but instead it's a bigger question that she voices.
“Can you trust me?”
He shouldn't. Not when she's given him no reason to. But their very lives depend on whether he can. Whether her betrayal is too much to get past. She might be forgiven, but trusted?
“What do you plan on doing?” he asks and she nearly laughs.
“Talk very quickly and loudly.” She hitches her shoulders. “I'm going to tell them the truth. Every single second of it so they have no lie to hide behind.”
She knows he knows she knows. She's seen to the heart of him, to the beginning and how he came to be what he had been. To what lies just beneath the surface, and the Council will burn before she lets them reduce him once more.
“You're angry,” he says. She is, and has been since they arrived on Gallifrey. No one else has seen through her act. He's been in the room all of a minute and knows. A slow smile curves his lips. “This should be interesting.”
The door opens again, admitting a guard. Seren squares her shoulder and walks to meet him. She gives the weapon he holds a disdainful look and tosses her head. Fury over-rides the fear and she stalks into the council chamber as if she isn't stepping onto a tightrope.
As if one wrong move won't see her falling. The wire is thin and though she sees the other side, she isn't sure she can reach it.
“I trust you.”
It's soft and unheard by anyone else in the chamber, but it fills her with strength. Gives her a sense of balance. Every eye is on her. Centre stage, she is centre of attention, and her performance will secure more than just the ability to leave Gallifrey. She's undone the past, balanced the present, and though her ability to see the future was never good, for once it's perfectly clear.
Seren locks her gaze on Rassilon and smirks. His cold expression falters a little, and she knows he's thinking of how his control of her has failed once. That it could happen again. He's no idea that he has no hold over her whatsoever because she belongs heart, body and mind to another.
He's about to find out.
