#regenaerate

❛               RIGHT     .               ❜               utterance     almost     a     hum     as     it     departs     from     mouth     :     rose     petaled     &&     honeyed     .               lip     caught     between     clutch     of     teeth     for     but     a     moment     before     it's     released     .                         (               there's     something     soft     about     her     but               [     ...     ]               there     often     is     when     there     are     no     lives     to     be     fought     for     .               )               ❛               think     i     could     use     some     chips     right     'bout     now     .               your     treat     .               ❜       

SHE     THINKS     :     SHE     WILL     NEVER     GET     OVER     THE     DIFFERENCES     BETWEEN     EACH     INCARNATION     .               they     are     vast     :     each     one     a     stand     alone     creature     .               a     person     in     their     own     right     .               the     doctor     has     always     contained     multitudes     /     star     systems     housed     within     cage     of     his     ribs     ,     nestled     between     dual     hearts     ,     interwoven     with     the     sense     of     magic     &&     wonder     that     seems     to     make     all     of     them     tick     .                         (               oh               [     ...     ]               little     girl     her     would     have     loved     him     .               any     of     them     ,     surely     .                         )          

TAP     OF     HIS     FINGER     BRINGS     HER     BACK     .               fluttering     lashes     ,     crinkling     nose               [     ...     ]               it's     caught     her     by     surprise     :     brought     her     back     from     depths     of     own     mind     .               own     hand     lifts     /     slim     finger     pressing     against     his     nose     in     retaliation     without     a     hint     of     hesitation     ,     a     breath     of     shame     .               rose     tyler     is     used     to     physical     touch     with     the     doctor     after     all     .               ❛               oi     ,     what     was     that     for     ?               m     '     listenin'     .               ❜         

                   “     are     you     mental?!    I     cant     stay     up     here     for     who     knows     how     long     until     you     find     a     way     to     fix   this     mess     !     ”

                 exasperation     shows     clearly     on     her     features     (     her     eyes     hold     a     sparkle     of     anger     in     them,     it’s     visible     in     her     pupils     that     grow     the     same     color   as     her     iris     whenever     her     human     form     displays     fury     ).     this     is     bad     –     this     is     genuinely     bad,     and     while     she     supposes     this     is     what     she     gets     for     meddling     too     long     on     this     earth     among     humans,     Yvaine     still     had     hoped     things     would    turn     out     for     the     best.     It     is     an    irony,     that     a     star     that     has     witnessed     so     much     misery     and     bad     luck     would     think    in     a     positive     light.

                    she’s     clutching     the     front    of     his     clothes     with     both     hands,     eyes     connected     with     his     gaze     as     she     frantically   searches     for     a     sign     in     the     doctor     that    he     has     a     plan     to     get     them     out     of   this     situation     (     she     wants     to     go     back     up,     must     go     back     up     there     as     soon     as     possible     ).     and     when     she     deciphers     that     he     has     no     idea     how     to     proceed,     a     huff     of     irritation     exhales     from   thin     lips,     pushing     him     back     roughly,     the     star     looks     down     the     tower’s     window     –     there     are     no     traces     of     anyone     trying     to    climb     up     there     to     catch     them,     but     she    doesn’t     remain     too     hopeful.

               “     oh,     don’t     give     me    that     look,     doctor     –     I     could     very     well     ask     the     same     thing     about     you    !     what     has     got     you     so     attached   to     this     particular     world?     ”

                 arms     remain     folded     over     her     chest     (     clothed     in     rags     she     has   collected     along     the     way,     no     traces     of     stardust     gown     remain     on     her     body     by     now,   it     has     dissipated     with     the     morning     light     ),     and     as     she     offers     the     other     a     quirk     of     her     brow,     a     cant    of     her     head,     she     simply     shrugs     her     shoulders,     turns     her     back     to     the     doctor     as     if     she     were     not     interested     in     explaining     things     at     all.

                 They     are     old     acquaintances   without     even     being     friends     at     all     –     she     has     watched     the     doctor     exist     for     centuries,     even     eons     before     her     time     (     she     will     not     admit     it     to     his     face,     but     she     finds     his     mere     existence     to     be   fascinating     ).     thus,     when     she     speaks     again,     her     tone     softens,     scrunching     of     her     nose     has     loosened     and     as     she     glances     at     the     other     from     her     shoulder,     she     feels     her     annoyance     slowly     swaying     away.

❛❛      I WASN’T AWARE WE HAD GUESTS.     ❜❜       regality’s gracefulness in all the smooth angles beneath the midnight silk of dress   –––   pearl white skin peeking out in the splices of the fabric.   prince sweeps down vast staircase in smooth effortlessness that steals all the breath   &   gravity out of the spacious room,   commanding all eyes the moment heels hit the first step.   always one for the grandest of entrances.   time is tortuously taken,   every elongation of descent only a showoff of legs between swishing fabric.   as he completes this treacherous journey,   he finds the stranger in his foyer with ease,   closer than comfort would allow.       ❛❛      i don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting,      ❜❜       words drip from red mouth,   filthy with sinful innuendo,   smile impish   &   knowing:   a deadly sort of charm.    as is customary,   hand is held out limply   (   TO SHAKE OR TO KISS!   ).       ❛❛       . . . who might you be,   handsome?       ❜❜

crease  forms  ‘tween  dark  brows,  steve  quickly  &  silently  recounting  what  he’d  said.  NONE  OF  IT  STRIKES  HIM  AS  PARTICULARLY  ODD  OR  DIFFICULT  TO  UNDERSTAND,  so  the  man  before  him  gives  him  pause.  (  .  .  .  )  doctor,  wasn’t  it  ?  roles  are  usually  reversed  ---  most  often  it’s  those  in  the  medical  field  who  say  the  things  steve  does  not  comprehend.  ah,  wait  ---  he’s  appropriately  apologetic.  𝙶𝙴𝚃𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻  𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺  𝚃𝙾  𝚃𝙷𝙴  𝚃𝙰𝚇𝙿𝙰𝚈𝙴𝚁𝚂  ?  ❛     y’said  your  (  ship  ?  plane  ?  --  i’m  the  doctor.   doctor  who  ?  )  craft  was  playing  up  ;  i  was  asking  if  it  was  alright.     ❜