#braindamxge

They’re not exactly hard to MISS- they fucked that up too long ago to do anything about it now. But it’s fine. David seems to like it anyway- it was dark, but they could feel the way he had traced along their fake joints, digits mapping smooth skin as if it were porcelain grooves, fingers twining together as they kissed. He found them this time; they always knew he would one day. Come with me. And they had.

               Her heart, un-beating as it may be, tells her ‘do it now, or you never will’. She desires to ignore it, to stay her hands at scratching that itch, to avoid the fact that she’s actually afraid of dying yet knows it is something she must do —— time itself will crumble and turn to dust if she doesn’t, starts would fade from existence and the rest of the universe would follow. Some events are able to be changed, she knows this as fact, while others... others must happen. Clara let out a sigh as she reached the controls; it’s been a long while since she’s checked her wrist for a pulse, and there was no surprise within her to still find no pulse echoing beneath her skin. Her death was still fixed, she still had to go.

Now or never gently turned into soon... she still wanted just a little longer, not to wander the stars, but to simply drift within the vortex as if she were lost at sea. The space-time coordinates for Gallifrey rest on the screen, the very same one she cannot stop staring at. Already she’s commanded the TARDIS to hone in on Ashildr after she gives the command; Clara couldn’t say goodbye to her, but left without notice... she would understand.

And so she drifts, through space and through time; so long has she spent running away... or was she always running towards this —— towards death? Clara was moments, mere seconds, away from pulling the lever and beginning the materialization circuit, the motion that she’s done thousands of times and yet she hesitates... long enough to acknowledge that she’s afraid, and more than enough time to then feel something and to hear the cloister bell ring through the TARDIS. When she looks up, towards the screen, her gaze never made it there but instead landed upon someone in the control room with her, and it was not of her doing.

“Being a bad parent is a sign of not having learned from experience.”

- ― Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Charles Xavier & David Haller

how david accidentally breaks the lamp and then fiXES IT WITH HIS OWN TWO HANDS

Some things are beautiful even as they’re falling apart; that's how Sherlock always sees David. They like to believe they can see through the clouds, trace his thought patterns and expect enough consistency to feel comfortable around him. To care about him, even. David doesn’t poke and prod the way some people do. He doesn’t see them as damaged goods. Even drug-addled and slightly disheveled, he wears his emotions in those bright eyes in a way they envy.