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Jo, I can't let you do this!

Title: Worlds of Betrayal Between Us
Characters: Three, Jo, the Master
Wordcount: 471
Summary: Jo has had enough of the Doctor, now it's the Master's turn to show her the universe.

A/N: This unusual AU scene came into being because of a challenge issued by [livejournal.com profile] lost_spook who gave me a synopsis that I would "never write" - which meant I had to, naturally. Poor Three. [livejournal.com profile] starbells insisted this be tagged 'horror'.

Prompt: Jo decides she's had enough of Three and goes off travelling the universe with the Master, who she's always secretly preferred anyway.
This is the result:
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Are you ready, Miss Grant? )
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In such grieving as this is found wisdom,
And in wisdom you will find your strength.


A longer piece for Merry's being recalled from the darkness and grieving by Aragorn's skill.

Merry's Awakening
My heart has gone grey and still as death )
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Burial

Dec. 20th, 2009 10:57 pm
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We should not be here, Pip.

Merry's heart-wrenching inquiry to Pippin when he finds him in the war-torn streets, they were both so terribly beyond anything they were intended for. This originally was carefully formatted, I've had to make do with dashes here on LJ and hope they aren't too distracting.

Burial
Are you going to bury me? )
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Slaying
And guarding in the same blow.


Meanwhile, things were not going well over in Minas Tirith - one verse for the horrifying items catapulted in, one for my favorite brave Gondorian soldier who was dealing with his Lord's insanity. Beregond is interesting in that it is written as a layered piece, two poems in one.

Heads
these missiles that do not burn )
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Beregond
He burns - )
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Pale as sweet milk, yet rotted inside;
Luminous as the rising moonlight,
As the drying gleam of eyes newly dead.


This is a very dark piece, for me - the poisoned flowers of the Morgul Vale and the way they had been twisted from their natural purpose yet still bloomed. The underlying thought in this verse is that of children who are abused and kept in twisted situations until they believe it is 'normal' and go on to repeat those poisonous patterns and behaviours as they grow. Something or someone surrounded and steeped in distortion and deception will so often take it in simply for lack of anything whole or clean, a tragedy indeed.

Morgul Vale
the innocent deeply partake of evil )
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I know you have a desire for death...
If you are weary,
Share our rest.


A shift in setting now, to that rather creepifying locale that must be crossed, an old water-filled battlefield with dead that do not quite die, from the viewpoint of one of its inhabitants.

The Dead Marshes
The foul reeds are my rushes, the silt my bed, the water, my shroud )
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Hollin

Dec. 18th, 2009 07:44 pm
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The land lies silent where once it heard singing

The story of Hollin / Eregion and its tragic downfall and scattering caught at my heart, but then, betrayal is such a powerful and terrible event. This is a longer poem, and darker.

Hollin
Redder than the berries of their beloved holly trees, Their blood once ran )

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