#onelonelygod

post-trauma sentence meme | accepting

Everything hurt. 

Psi wasn’t sure how long he’d been down here, drifting in and out of consciousness as his body underwent various tests and procedures against his will. His memory of the last few..... hours? (days?) was blurry at best-- blades smiling in the light, the indistinguishable rumbling of his captor’s voices, the cloying, sluggish progress of sedatives through his veins....

He lifted his heavy head at the familiar voice, eyes cracking open a sliver-- even through the drug-fueled fog, he couldn’t mistake that skinny brown-clad figure for anyone else.

As a kinda frightened, very confused college student, thank you for staying calm and working to make the next couple months doable. Much appreciated <3

“Ohh, really? And here I thought I was doing a grand job. Thought I had you fooled. Rassilon forbid I’m impaired around you.”

The Master shifted, pushing himself to stand on shaky feet with a theatric stretch. He looked at the Doctor with a smug grin, eyes glassy. 

send “Shhh” to cuddle my muse after a very rough day ╳ @onelonelygod ╳ still accepting.

            as Rose Tyler walks up the ramp towards the console, the Doctor watches her like a hawk, making sure she’s alright. despite all her studious attempts to ignore him, she can still feel his gaze digging into the back of her head. i’m going to bed, she’d said, and makes towards the maze of corridors that lead to her bedroom. she makes it maybe four steps past him before he stops her with a call of her name, soft and concerned and more gentle than she probably deserves, considering how detached she’d been acting tonight. Rose hesitates, turns - one look at him, and she falls apart.

then he’s there, gathering her in his arms and guiding her towards the jumpseat, and she lets him. fingers bunch up the fabric of his lapels, palms smoothing up and down his pinstriped torso as she loses little noises from the back of her throat into his jacket.

@onelonelygod 

They’re hearing his words, but not really comprehending them, still trapped in the throes of their nightmares. Brown eyes stare, unseeing, across the room, fingers tangled deep in sweaty hair, tugging viciously. Their mouth is open as they gasp desperately for breath, lips dry and throat raw from screaming, but there’s no longer any sound escaping them. 

And then they feel his hand on their shoulder, and some small part of them knows that objectively, it’s meant as a comfort, but it’s too much, on top of everything, they’re not in control and what if, what if, what if-- 

They scramble backwards across the bed, still mostly unaware of their surroundings, and suddenly they’re falling off, hitting the floor with a soft thunk. It really hadn’t been that far, but in their state they’re stunned momentarily, before curling in on themselves.

    Rose meant to. She really did, but, the way this day’s wild events had unfolded, only the opposite overwhelmed the blonde, instead filling her with a heightened sense of dread. Left restless against the pull of sleep. Didn’t feel right to dose off, not when such peril racked them earlier. Almost messed everything up, she did. Didn’t deserve it. So with that she timidly makes her way towards the galley, sees him tinkering.

    Couldn’t just stay one day sans jeopardy, could she?