ghost monument;

                   –––––– be back in a sec, hold on. idris held onto those words, they ECHOED through her head, until they stopped doing that when seconds had turned into minutes and minutes had turned into an hour. or was it actually a bazillion microseconds? for all that time the human-looking version of the TARDIS had been sitting on top of a dumpster, not knowing what else to do. she’s used to sitting and waiting. waiting for her thief to return. in the end, they always would. but as time went on idris’ attention was pulled by the sound of joy, music and laughter that came from the center of london, out of the alley she was supposed to stay at. but it was christmas on earth, and idris couldn’t resist her temptation to go and take a peak of the decoration that was coating the streets - the attracting colors of RED and GREEN. 

❝ echoes of voices carry me through space and time   ––– ❞ the words subconsciously fall from her lips without hesitation, though she does not register them nor thinks about them as she exits the alley that leads her to celebrations. it was the time of year... she recalls a NON-EXISTENT heartbeat later. ❝ echoes... echoes... gentle echoes. ❞ idris is rather mumbling to herself as she walks through the crowd, getting eyed by most she passes. completely unaware of the clothing she’s wearing, however it doesn’t escape people’s attention. a woman with wild frenzy hair who’s rocking a dark green dress from the victorian era, neck and chest revealing and not shivering under her breath - not for a split second. a wide smile sports on her features when she comes to face the giant decorated tree that’s in the middle of the square  –– a human santa clause standing in front of it, ringing his bell to the strangers of the same species that walk by and when she comes to pause, he focuses his attention to her. but before he can wish her joyful holidays - idris’ sparkling black eyes land on him and she parts her lips to say;  ❝ are you dirk gently? you must be dirk gently, it is him i need. gentle dirk, the agent that’s inside my head, SPARKING my memory. ❞

thirteen’s spending the day decorating the TARDIS, who’s gonna help her out????

rp generator meme // idris is bitten by a zombie and has to be put down by thirteen.

        –––––– ❝ i’ve calculated all possible solutions... endings... but...❞ she doesn’t dare to end that sentence. because it’ll make it more real. it’ll mean another ending she doesn’t want to happen. she doesn’t want to go –– over two thousand years was way too short. and her thief needs her. like she needs her thief just as badly–– if not so much more in this moment. but idris remains strong.❝ we won’t be able to make it in time to the tsuranga. it’ll be too late before we get there. y-you need t..❞ the excruciating pain in her ankle causes her to reach for her abdomen, the other hand yanking at a lever of her own heart. it causes the TARDIS to rumble and roar as it’s coursing through meteorites. she falls down against one of the railings - only hurting herself worse. ❝ custard creams–––– you need custard c-creams.❞ she has no idea why she just said that. it’s a defense system - it’s something inside her trying to fight the poison that’s coursing as hard through her veins as the TARDIS fighting the meteorites off.❝ end me–––– end me. or you will die too.❞ idris knows the longer she’s alive - the longer she’s fighting off the monster that’s slowly crawling its way up her body, the TARDIS will be affected worse. with every nanosecond, microsecond, yoctosecond that passes by. ❝ quick. do it quick. travel to the stars and reach for happiness. reach for m-me. travel as fast as you can.❞ she becomes less audible, water’s dripping onto her cheeks. no, tears. it’s strange - she never knew she was able to sweat from her eyes. ❝ m–––– my thief. see me.❞ like her thief has done so many times before. so many times. in different time periods, lightyears, on planets she’s been at - they’ve been at together. ❝ th-the end of the world..... is where i’ll be.❞