Fill- challenge 64 (DW)

[romanajo123]

 (Seven and Ace)

She knows things aren't always black and white,  especially with the Doctor.  

And it's getting harder to tell the difference each day. 
It started with the Daleks,  when he's willing to destroy a whole planet.  Then there was Gabriel Chase, where he made her deal with her deepest fears.  And Fenric...where he showed his true colors.  
She can name dozens more occasions: all this time him claiming to be "never cruel nor cowardly".  But at what cost? Her happiness? Her life? Her future? Her...love? 
It's as if she is on a chess board, the color of the piece doesn't matter.  She is simply his pawn, he can move her whatever way he chooses. 
She may as well be a grey pawn.  Because after awhile,  all his actions fade to grey in her mind. 

Fill: Challenge #64 (Warbreaker)

[shivver]

Vivenna concentrates on her cloak, grasping the kerchief, striped crimson and aqua in her clenched fist. Her Breath seems to resist for a moment, but she knows that it’s an artifact of her inexperience. There is one last friction against her will, then the colors on the scrap of fabric fade. She takes it all, leaving the cloth a dirty gray, and the hemmed corner of her cloak lifts, grabs the leg of the stool next to her, and drags it toward her an inch before she loses control; the command she'd given had not been clear and firm. The cloak drops lifeless as the Breath flows back.

A month ago, she would have condemned herself for this heresy, but then a month ago, she’d been the princess of Idris, locked away behind her father’s protection, unable to see down the mountain and arrogant in her naivete. Her world had changed in a handful of short weeks; now she’s a homeless peasant on the streets of Hallandren. All that’s left for her is to save her sister from the God King, and her only hopes are Vasher’s assistance and this magic.

She drops the bland kerchief to the ground and picks up the next swatch. Swallowing her pride, she tries again.