#bardbattled

he knows his siblings are currently exploring just how badly they fucked up in the 60′s. how they had changed the timeline so badly their own father hadn’t adopted them. but five doesn’t see an apocalypse so he doesn’t care. his family is alive and not about to perish and that’s enough for him. now, he can focus on his own shit. focus on finding out what the world has to offer. and the best person to ask has always been elsie.

five places a notebook down between them as he joins her table. in his other hand is the margarita he had poured himself. “ i’m going around everyone but thought i’d start with you. what... ” briefly, he pauses. being this vulnerable makes him uncomfortable but even he’s aware that without an apocalypse he has nothing more to offer or do. he’s lost. and that terrifies him a lot more.

         It’s like a maze...   no...  no,  a labyrinth!   Interesting.   He’s gotten himself trapped in worse,  surely,  but it isn’t often a house with moving doors and hallways that feel like they go on and on without end.   He doesn’t even know how they’ve gotten here.   The TARDIS works in mysterious ways and the Doctor is getting closer and closer to not bothering asking for a location.   She obviously knows best.

❝ Els? ❞   He could have sworn she was behind him.   Now,  he’s bursting through doors on a mission to find her.   Each door leads to a dead end and for a moment,  he’s afraid he’s lost her for good.

she’s   so   exhausted   that   she   can’t   help   but   wonder   if   it’s   a   HALLUCINATION  .  she’s   spent   years   hoping   to   see   that   face   again  ,   after   all   ,   and   after   the   witches   here   had   said   she’d   DIED  ,    her   last   remaining   hope   of   finding   her   again   has   vanished  .    but   she  ...    seems   real  .    and   she’s   not   vanishing   or   faltering   in   any   way  .    could   she   actually   be   here   ?     “  elsie  ?  ”    she   whispers  ,    her    voice   so   quiet   she’s   not   even   sure   she’ll   be   able   to   hear   it  .     “  is   that   really   you  ?  ”

@bardbattled​  sent  :    “ i’m  the  lucky  girl  who  pulled  you  out  of  the  garbage . ”

DELIRIOUS   BROWN   EYES   BLINK   UP   AT   HER   ,     squinting   in   the   sudden   light   of   this   place  ,   completely   baffled   as   to   how   he   even   GOT   here  .     “  you   pulled   me   out   of   the   garbage  ... ?  ”    he   repeats  ,   hoping   that   her   words   would   make   more   SENSE   to   him   that   way  ,    but   he’s   still   as   lost   as   before  .     “  what  ...   what   even   happened   to   me  ?  ”    the   aching   to   his   ribs   and   the   SEARING   pain   everywhere   else   tells   him   it   must’ve   been   bad  ,    but   no   other   details   come   to   him  .   shifting   slightly  ,   he   groans  ,    fingers   reaching   to   dig   down   on   the   sofa   he’s   sprawled   across   on  ,   using   it   as   an   anchor  .    “  fuck  ... ”    he   mutters  ,   squeezing   his   eyes   SHUT   as   he   tries   to   force   himself   upright  .