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Send me ‘💍’ for our muses to wake up married after a night of heavy drinking

Dark wasn't sure where he was, the room around him didn't seem familiar. He was pretty sure he hadn't seen this room at all. The last thing he remembered was himself and his husband on the TARDIS and a single bottle in his hand.

Fuck. He sighed as he finally looked down at his hand, noticing a new piece of jewlery that hadn't been there before. A ring, he'd similarly never seen before. Even if he had, with how showy it was there was no way he would have worn it.

It was, however, a very River ring. Dark then looked over at River, watching and waiting for River stirr. When he finally did he rose an eyebrow.

Haunted houses weren't his usual schtick but if someone paid for his services, handsomely at that, who was he to say no? When you worked by yourself it was easy to get rid of things and get out. Ghosts were childs play compared to the demons he exorcised on a weekly basis.

This one was a cheeky bastard, though, locked the door behind him as soon as he came in.

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Myrkr wasn't sure how much time has passed since he'd been gods knew, where. The hours melted away between the sessions of inflicted pain, only to reemerge with no recollection of what caused him agony in the first place. Due to the nature of his wounds, he was unable to free himself; he must've been forced to use his magicka to heal himself before his captor was gone, thus he was reduced to nothing but a simple, mortal man each time he was left alone.

He had no idea why he ended up here, and he had no idea who captured him. All he knew was that every noise made him tremble in his shackles, his heart wanted to jump out of his ribcage, and his stomach turned with extreme anxiety. Whoever did whatever to him, he feared it; he feared it so much that his body had it's natural reaction by now, and he always wanted to flee, to no avail.

His cell was dark and silent save for the noises he and his chains had made. His neck was secured to the wall with a collar, as well as his arms as he was forced to kneel on the ground in a dark room. He was, most of the time, alone, and whenever his captor visited, he only knew by his own distressed sobbing and the still lingering pain in every inch of his body. He couldn't remember what was being done to him, but he suspected that his captor attempted to kill him at least once - and must've realised that he couldn't be permanently killed. By now, his black shirt was stiff with dried blood on his front and on his back. His own dried blood. He was nothing but entertainment; a toy to pass time with.

Winter...he...HATES...winter.  Not was it that there was snow or lack of sun, but it was cold...and dry, leaving him to feel like a human being mummified by the world each time he leaves his shop, while also being turned into a popsicle. 

( @melodyxriver - maleverse)

((OOC: @melodyxriver liked this for a starter related to the Doctor’s birthday))

The Doctor knew if anyone in the universe knew what day his birthday was, it would be River Song.  That being said, he wasn’t entirely surprised when she texted him and asked him to come pick her up that day.  He landed the TARDIS and walked outside.

Yes, Mel donated to charity. No, that did not mean that she was willing to invest in whatever ridiculous idea someone came up with just for the money. Of course the second part of this wasn’t common knowledge to those entrepreneurs and such who sent her invites to various parties. She rarely went, but sometimes there was free food. This was one of those times. 

She had listened to the usual presentation from a man in a black suit telling the crowd of men and women dressed in elegant evening gowns and suits about the big idea that would change the world. He had been very persuasive in his speech but she still needed to think about it. She also needed the bathroom. She left the big crowd and walked down the nearest hallway, trying to find the restrooms. She didn’t find them but she did come across... a woman? Yep, a woman. A woman who was seemingly, picking a lock to an office. She raised an eyebrow and approached. 

“What are you doing?” she asked curiously, more intrigue than suspicion in her voice.

"You always could see past my smile." Jack chuckled, his voice thick with emotion. He cleared his throat, blinking the tears from his eyes. "But no. Everything is not alright."