#vcrtexed

And then as soon as he had done that, he gets gravely injured and regenerated into this body. His stature isn't as tall as his previous faces. His hair is raven-coloured and there's an attempt of a style to it but, it is much more unruly than before. His eye colour is an emerald shade who has seen many lives and deaths. He decides to wear a black button down t-shirt, revealing the amount of tattoos (and some faded scars) along his forearms that were regenerated onto him. He wore a red tie and black slacks and black Trainers. He decides for the jacket to wear white. He can't be fully monochromatic either. He grabs his psychic paper as well as his sonic, redesigned in a silver, blue, and emerald colour scheme, as he walks back to the console room.

The TARDIS lands in an alleyway. The Doctor pokes his head out, listening and breathing in the atmosphere. Passing cars, people talking and laughing, the normalcy of human life on Earth. He allows a relieved smile on his face as he steps out and locks his ship.

@vcrtexed sent: ❛ some people have swimming pools, other people have private cemeteries. ❜ / peter

Lips purse, eyes squinting in confusion. He's looking around the cemetary for a moment and then back to the very large, very noticable blue police box sitting on the grave of a Betty Johnson who died in the nineteen-twenties. Hand raises, and his index finger begins to tap against his chin.

"I'm sorry ...." Confused laughter follows, head tilting in question. "Are you saying this blue box is your home?" He doesn't understand, assuming maybe only three people at the most could possibly sqeeze into the dimensions of that thing, and even then there'd be packed like a can of sardines. "....and if so, why would you plant it on some old ladies grave from the twenties? You got a grudge against little old Betty Johson?"

@vcrtexed asked:👻: for our muses to go to a haunted house / terzo. cause let's be real, she'd drag his ass out of the abbey to do something fun.

Rose had insisted that he take a short break from the autumnal bustle of the Ministry to instead take a little outing with her. After a bit of grumbling from Terzo's end about having to stay behind to tend to a few things or face Sister Imperator's ire, he does inevitably SURRENDER to her pleads. How could he possibly say no to a night of haunts with one of the most intriguing people staying in the abbey? Sister Imperator and his father would simply have to shove it up where the sun doesn't shine. He wears the minimal amount of his papal paint, opting for only his singular painted top lip and the circles around his eyes that always make the left one's ghostly color POP even more in contrast.

⤷ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 「 𝚅𝙴𝚂 」 : why? ⤷ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 「 𝚅𝙴𝚂 」 : you know i don't deserve that.

THUMBS PASS OVER THE SCREEN, teasing at the one thing they hardly allow themselves to acknowledge. he's leaning back in his bunk as the tour bus's motion jostles him minutely, knees drawn up to his chest whilst his phone casts dim light over the hard plastic of the mask he still dons - even in relative privacy. he briefly questions whether or not to send it. to break their unspoken rule about indulging such a hold as the deity has upon him. thumbs hovering over the keyboard, hesitantly... but the guilt festering behind the cage of his ribs seems to highlight its importance. as if his mind just refused to relinquish such a thought.

⤷ 𝚂𝙼𝚂 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 「 𝚅𝙴𝚂 」 : not when i can't give you that back.

He is aware that the words are for him, and yet he cannot help but wonder if the words are spoken to comfort herself as well. They'd not been traveling long together, but she made for good company, even though at times he felt that her words were rather...beyond her years. There was definitely more about her than she was letting on, but if he complained about it, he'd be quite the hypocrite.

This was one of the very things he didn't speak about so freely. Love. It was an odd thing, really; a self-indulgent thing. Mages could fall in love, yes...but it would never lead to anything, not really. So what was the point then, to have a taste of something without truly enjoying it as others could? It would only make him terribly sad in the end...

But he wasn't just a mage anymore...was he? Grey Wardens had more freedoms but...would he be able to get past everything else about himself? He couldn't be so sure...

But she seemed to be. Rose; a beautiful name for a beautiful flower, and how aptly titled...she was beautiful herself, love couldn't have possibly been a stranger to her.

an enigmatic bella appears as heavy doors swing open by themselves, dark waves twisting in an invisible air current as fog billows around the haunting beauty. she stands there for a moment as if she knows the veil thins around her whether she asks it to or not, sheer lace train of her mini dress floating around her physique and bella lets herself be perceived in the most dramatic, climax of a music video way possible. the echo of stilettos click against the cold floor as bella walks toward rose, candles suddenly igniting with an otherworldly blue flame as she passes them by. the illusion of mystique breaks and a hint of a smile blooms at the compliment with a little laugh.

there was something different about her he couldn't put into words . She looked and sounded human , even talked like one . but all his instincts told her she was far from it . he could hear the memories of others - moments in time he's seen but never physically experienced . aether had found comfort in the place he was at the abbey . performing for the band in the name of satan . he found humans fondness of his performances endearing in their own way .

he had no reason to explore outside of the role he was given when summoned topside .

what he wanted to investigate however , was her . the sister's of sin spoke of her on occasion - within their own mind or out loud , but never enough for him to piece things together . he quickly realized it was because they didn't know either .

what brought a strange chill to his bones was buried deep under all the voices - all the visions - there was something familiar feeling he wanted so desperately to touch . a piece of the pits he missed , albeit didn't dare speak aloud .

" you're different from the rest . " the words spilled out in the quiet hallway . one he knew was empty of anyone who could hear the conversation - and by his doing partially . aether had expelled a small amount of magic to discourage anyone but another ghoul to come near them . just long enough to hopefully get some answers .