「 𝐄 𝐏 𝐇 𝐄 𝐌 𝐄 𝐑 𝐀 𝐋 」

He feels a smile peeking at his lips. He's never liked thinking about his age or how long he had lived. He wasn't the oldest vampire in existence, there were ones far older than him, but he had lived quite a long time and sometimes, it was harder than other days. His fangs peek out from under his top lip for a second before he retracts them back.

she did not even make an attempt to stifle the laughter of disdain. she knew there were some vampires who do not kill for blood, it sounded rather dull in her mind. of course, she didn't need blood in the same manner as other vampires. for her it was a drug. a high she could chase.

an addiction.

Katie McGrath as Jen

“wait, hold on, you and donna household gods? oh, i’ve got to find one of her at least.” now she was determined in her search through vendors. “think that’s a bit better than you judging me while i’m still half asleep.”

phee listened to them as she found a few small statues at the next table, smiling as she saw the familiar faces of the doctor donna sculpted into stone. she couldn’t help but pick them both up and paid the man before joining her father again.

" the rainbow one? " they repeated with a mildly confused expression, though it soon broke into a little smile, " ohhh, yeah I suppose I was a bit eccentric back in those days. oh my word, look at that tiny me - they even gave me that little eyebrow thing I could do then. I found a good rock too, look - it's the same colour as your hair too! "

" ah right, yes - if you happen to find a small house god statue that, oh I dunno, might look like one of my old faces and Donna? maybe don't get those ones. unless you want a tiny version of your dad and their best friend staring at you when getting ready in the morning. "

there was a brief pause while the Doctor mused over a collection of stones by the roadside.

she caught the deflection, and gave in to it. she didn’t want to ruin what was an actual good day for once. “mhm, and it’s not every day we’ll have time like this to actually enjoy the little market.”

CLARA QUIRKED AN EYEBROW while keeping her expectations low. The counter was quickly buffed with her rag before she tossed it back over her shoulder. "Old habits die hard. It's been stuck like this for over a decade now?" If it wasn't for the clock shaped like a black cat on the wall, she wouldn't have been able to keep her days let alone her years apart. Luckily she had the idea to chronolock to the TARDIS' matrix, similar to phones getting time signals from cell towers to update their time zones.

Granted it took her way too long to put that together but who was counting?

" they're weird. " spoken through a mouthful of shake, " people tend to write me off as the 'quirky' ginger who talks mostly in movie quotes and makes every interaction a reference to some pop culture, but The Doc didn't. it's ... weird, being liked? I don't have a lot of friends, I mean I used to - but they all grew up, changed, left me behind. dunno if The Doc thinks of me as a friend or just someone to yap with though. "

another slurp up the straw.

SYMPATHY HITS HER like a tidal wave. Clara leans forward over the counter, sliding a milkshake towards them in the same go. "It's an hour." She smiles. "It came from an ancient Greek word. Pronunciation changed but the h stayed. It sounds more correct with an because of that. I don't think you're talking too much. The world is a better place because of curious minds and chattering mouths. They're often my favorite type of people. I collect them."

cue the victorious fist pump, they knew they were right before they asked but the confirmation from someone who sounded genuinely educated on the matter was the icing on the cake. or maybe it was because they were just handed a very delicious looking milkshake.

" you almost sound like this person I know. though if I asked them that they would have launched into a rambling story 'bout how they used to debate with those Greek philosophy guys and then get annoyed when I pronounced it So-Crates."

a quick pause while they slurped on their drink.