Mornin’
aroseintime:
thewanderinggod:
aroseintime:
“Finally awake, then?”
“Depends. If that was you teasin’ me for sleepin’ in for once— I might just pop back off to bed.”
“Teasing? Noooooooo. When have I ever teased you about sleeping a third of your life away?”
I have an idea…for a Doctor Who story…and it’s not even close to fully formed in my head but the idea is intriguing and gah….
Time Lords at Play
atlanteanroyalty:
Neri dropped to her knees beside him. She then wrapped her arms around him, trying to do her best to provide comfort. If she were her sister, she’d know what to do. As it was she was still new to telepathy and the powers that went with having a psychic mind. Emotions she fully understood. That is what she was able to sway and work with. She knew how they worked, how to have one effect another, tweak them just enough to get the right result. “I’m so sorry” she whispered. This had been her fault and now he suffered.
She did the only thing she knew to do when someone was in pain. She sang a soft lullaby. What remained of her Siren Song wouldn’t work on the Time Lord, but the tone might help soothe. Tears fell down her face, she was powerless to do anything save for hold him. “Shh, its alright. You’ve lived a long time. It’s a lot to remember, but try to focus on the good. The highlights. Let them push through the sadness and heartache.” She tried to reach her mind out to his, try to help him focus on what she knew was a fun time. Running around, playing tag just like kids. Seeing the gardens of Atlantis. If she knew more of his life she’d be able to project the memories of the good he’d done. But she couldn’t.
He pressed closer to her as her arms went around him, her words lost in the din of his mind. The memories she pushed on him, however, managed to shine through the rest, at least for a moment, and he all but clung to them, desperate. It hurt. It hurt so much. And even the good memories didn’t last for long - they were quickly buried again by everything else, and he doubled over on himself.
It felt like hours before the memories finally eased. The Doctor felt as if his head was going to explode as he picked himself, and the scenery before his eyes spun horribly. He blinked heavily as he looked over. “Since where are there three of you?”
You are my:
[] Acquaintance
[] Friend
[] Stranger
[] Boyfriend/Girlfriend
[X] Love Interest
[X] Best Friend
[] Enemy
[] Nemesis
[] Other
I think you’re:
[] Ugly
[] Ok
[] Pretty
[X] Beautiful
[] Gorgeous
[] Sexy
[] Hot
We should:
[] Fight
[] Fuck
[X] Kiss
[] Make love
[] Text
[] Watch films
I:
[X] Like You
[] Hate You
[] Love You
[X] Think you’re a good friend
I secretly:
[] Hate You
[] Love You
[X] Like You
[] Dislike You
[] Think You’re …
Should you reblog this?
[X] Yes
[] No
You are my:
[] Acquaintance
[] Friend
[] Stranger
[] Boyfriend/Girlfriend
[] Love Interest
[X] Best Friend
[] Enemy
[] Nemesis
[] Other
I think you’re:
[] Ugly
[] Ok
[] Pretty
[X] Beautiful
[] Gorgeous
[] Sexy
[] Hot
We should:
[] Fight
[] Fuck
[] Kiss
[] Make love
[X] Text
[X] Watch films
I:
[X] Like You
[] Hate You
[] Love You
[X] Think you’re a good friend
I secretly:
[] Hate You
[] Love You
[X] Like You
[] Dislike You
[] Think You’re …
Should you reblog this?
[X] Yes
[] No
Okies, Imma disappear for a bit. Might update my relationships page when I get back. Lemme know if you want to be on there!
theriversongstress said: "She shakes her head, "No, not my name, but who I am... Do you know who I am to you?""
The Doctor’s expression turns serious for the first time. He has a hunch - a very good hunch - but for the sake of spoilers, he can’t know. He shakes his head. “No. I don’t.”
