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Narnia, for once!
And also Dr. Who!
Skype is a wondrous thing - lady_songsmith and I were talking about the parallels between Donna (*sob*) and Narnia, and Rose (*sobsobsob*) and Narnia; in particular, how those two would get along SO well with Susan.
So:
Susan knows what it is to love someone (a whole country of them) and to be walled away from them, worlds away, across time and space. Memory itself becomes a punishment, wishing for one more day but knowing it would be nothing, would only add to the pain. Rose looks strong to everyone else, but Susan knows how she is stumbling blindly through each day, lost in her own world.
And then song said:
Rose understands what it is to shut yourself away from someone you love. To see them day after day, struggling to continue, to go on as they should, but always and ever *less than*. And it hurts, it opens the wounds fresh each time, like picking at a scab that can never heal. Susan's family blames her for the rift, but Rose understands that it was self-defense.
And now we ask - help us continue to commit xover love! Add Donna in! Angsty angst angst!
Skype is a wondrous thing - lady_songsmith and I were talking about the parallels between Donna (*sob*) and Narnia, and Rose (*sobsobsob*) and Narnia; in particular, how those two would get along SO well with Susan.
So:
Susan knows what it is to love someone (a whole country of them) and to be walled away from them, worlds away, across time and space. Memory itself becomes a punishment, wishing for one more day but knowing it would be nothing, would only add to the pain. Rose looks strong to everyone else, but Susan knows how she is stumbling blindly through each day, lost in her own world.
And then song said:
Rose understands what it is to shut yourself away from someone you love. To see them day after day, struggling to continue, to go on as they should, but always and ever *less than*. And it hurts, it opens the wounds fresh each time, like picking at a scab that can never heal. Susan's family blames her for the rift, but Rose understands that it was self-defense.
And now we ask - help us continue to commit xover love! Add Donna in! Angsty angst angst!
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Or the remembering, empathetic, embracing Susan who feels enormous sympathy for Donna who, unlike Susan herself, can never remember the wondrous things experienced. Yeah, I don't like that one either.
Or, something more like the following:
"I was almost married, once," Donna says offhandedly during their coffee break as they overhear two other office girls twittering about an upcoming wedding.
"Oh?" Susan asks politely stirring her tea in the vile paper cup. Donna does not sound especially broken up about it. Susan admires her competence and though Donna is accustomed to always being being dismissed, Susan takes offense at this on Donna's behalf. Excelling at management is a gift and Donna's employers are fools to not see her skills. It might seem prying, but Donna does not mind, so Susan asks, "Was it a mutual parting of the ways?"
Donna shrugs. "He was the front for an alien plot to take over the whole world."
Now that Susan can empathize with readily. "Men," she says with a little grimace of disgust, "always looking for women as a means to fulfill their bigger plans."
"Exactly!" Donna says. "If they let us in on these diabolical plots we could talk some sense into them!"
"Or at least their diabolical plots would be better organized," Susan concludes.
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heeheehee Love <3
I never noticed the parallels for Rose and Susan before, but it is indeed very, VERY similar. Amazingly so.
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Donna stirs her tea, but she’s not drinking. "So I helped save the world from a giant spider, saw the creation of the Earth, had the opportunity to join this chap on a smashing adventure, and then decided not to go."
“Why not?” Susan asks. She should not be surprised that there other things besides Wardrobes in this world that are bigger on the inside than on the outside. Still, it is strange to be hearing all this coming from Donna.
“This man, The Doctor…”
“Doctor who?”
“Just The Doctor.”
“Oh,” Susan says, now understanding. “One of those where you can hear the capitalization in the name.”
“Yes, exactly.” Donna gives up on her tea and flings it into the bin. From her bag she takes out a couple of the weekly rags. Mrs. PM Adopts Alien Baby! Where Have The Bees Gone?
“He is mad.”
“Who?” Susan asks. “The Doctor?” This time she adds correct capitalization.
“Yes. He’s thin as an envelope and very dangerous in that 'hullo, I'm utterly mad! Want to come on an adventure and get into trouble with me?'"
Donna began paging through a rag. She was not reading it, but was looking for the lurid headlines and circling them with a purple pen.
"Adventures can be frightening," Susan muses. "And it does hurt, a great deal, when they end."
Donna frowns, hand over the headline Peterborough Woman Claims To Be Werewolf and circles it as well. "So you think I made the right decision?"
"No, not at all. I think you should hunt this Doctor down, find him, and tell him you have changed your mind."
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"Oh yes," Susan replies with a mysterious smile. "You see, the adventure is worth the lifetime after."
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