#earthspin

“ 𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄. ” from rose tyler, @earthspin

𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐋 𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 [ ... ] maybe there was a sort of heroic bravery in reacting opposite of your arguably better nature ── ( 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. ) in the end, it was just another convoluted line in sand amidst a distorted world, &. DIDN'T MULDER HIMSELF THRIVED IN OBSCURITY WHERE OTHERS OFTENTIMES WITHERED?

his mind was like a bog, where even death was preserved for centuries. the soil of his soul was stubborn.

❛   ────at the risk of sounding too much like a contrarian, i think you're a lot like me, rose. that's why all of this has been working so well, why we make such a great team.  ❜ there's a breeze combing through his hair, stinging his eyes. it makes for a pretty mask fixed over his crisis of hope, which teeters the tone of his voice right along the cliff-edge of desperation: ❛ i always said i want to believe. i think that in your own way, you do too. [ ... ] don't you? ❜ the longer he waits for a response with bated breath, the more that hope starts to wilt like a flower. like a rose.

❛ oh, man .. i'm way off, aren't i? i'm seeing what i want to see instead of what's really there. ❜ he concedes, more to himself than to @earthspin before expelling a dry, joyless chuckle and running a hand over his face. ────AIN'T THAT JUST LIKE ME?

" oh, they were? " faux surprise contorted his expression, as if the shark wouldn't notice the sight of blood despite its level of satiation. disgusting, yes, but an apt analogy — not a man of one person, at least not until her. he may have noticed the attention, of course, but brown eyes never strayed once, navigating that tricky conversation with the ease of someone who had done it before.

tardis  , console room  : 14:30:18 pm .

he would not self describe what he's doing as fiddling, rather he's working on a rather impressive bit of alien technology that just so happens to be wrapped in quite a few wires from the last time he'd experimented with it.

something about adjusting polar alignments . . . the explanation gets a bit jumbled when their hands are busy uncoiling a bit of copper that was really, truly, entirely unnecessary if he's being honest.

he's been waiting for her to get back, he's already popped out for a bit of misadventure and look at him, home in time for supper ! what kind of life is that ?!

the sound of the door creaking open and he all but jumps up to greet her, whatever tool he'd been toying with is tossed to the side of the console room as he goes on a half rant about agora, lovely little agricultural planet this side of the centraxis system

i'll be calling in a favor. - rose

she's said something and the doctor pauses, blinking to get his attention back on @earthspin and away from his own prattling.

“ calling in a . . . ” they look properly confused now, eyebrows furrowed as his gaze dances over her features, taking in her body language, expression, as if what she's said is really that confusing.

CATS GO WHERE THEY PLEASE, : SHE IS THE VERY EXAMPLE OF THAT, ... the sneaky feline fatale. it is something she could do in her sleep, so natural for her to go where she shouldn't, or isn't welcomed to. ( 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒. ) ... that very thing proven again, as she stood there, that smug grin upon those lips KISSED BY MIDNIGHT, even when the statement comes : @earthspin + clint barton ' you can’t come around here anymore . '

shirley / crain — it feels wrong ... TO BE HERE -- the moon like a guide, and if some morbid miracle were to occur and it lost its light twice she doesn't think she would be afraid. shirley doesn't even think she would blink. its been years since she has visited. death like an old friend. haunts the hallways of her vessel, a cold like no other, and maybe that's why her teeth have stopped chattering. she doesn't know anything else.

plumes of fog dance in lamp lights. the rain bid them farewell an hour ago, but she can still smell the earths hello in its aftermath. ten years is a long time when something still feels like yesterday. a wound unhealed. an uneaten chunk of trauma lapsing beneath her tongue. she can never quite get the words out. " when's the last time you came? " for how many times she's looked death in the eyes, how many times she knows she will continue to in her line of work, there are only a handful of times she has been scared to look back. the stone might as well have opened its mouth and laughed at her. " i ... don't even know if i remember the way. " LIES, LIES, LIES. she couldn't forget, even if she wanted to ... and believe me: she's tried.

there are at times ,   a feeling of distance and detachment .   it comes on slow but naturally ,   like a ghost watching a couple beyond the veil .   perhaps she can imagine scenarios and then find empathy in the endings .   if she can just reach out and touch them ,   perhaps those feelings of closeness will seep into her pores .      that is temptation ,   and temptation breeds mistakes .   a mistake of emotion is a matter of life and death .   death is not the answer   ...   at least not now .   her tongue makes small circles on the inside of her cheek .   watching selina while new york moves around them   ( a fast paced world that will no sooner eat you up and swallow you hole . )   eyes scan for   ...   minor inconveniences that could mean bigger problems .   as mia does with most people who have come into her life ,   she evaluates where they stand .   ever searching for the hate that inevitable forms in their heart .