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“In a way yes in a way no you found yourself here for a reason every soul does.”
"And what reason is that, mister mysterious?"

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{ dancemagicdancejump }
“In a way yes in a way no you found yourself here for a reason every soul does.”
"And what reason is that, mister mysterious?"
{ pissxoffxyouxcow }
"Well my home for starters… but more specifically, Wonderland."
"Wonderland? As in Wonderland? Is this some kind of trick?"
{ lostmxrbles }
Glitch leaned into the contact reflexively, thinking for a moment that this wasn’t a copper-haired stranger but a friend, some poor friend who was probably very dear to him (as all his friends were) and whose name escaped him in this deeper pit of sadder memories. He would even have leaned his head against his comforting friend if he could have done so without toppling over like Humpty Dumpty—but he was already broken in a way nobody knew how to put back together again. He couldn’t risk a second fall.
"I don’t know," he responded, speaking from the depths of his melancholy with a vague, hazy sense that his head was underwater: Everything felt warped, pressurized, distilled, muffled. It was nearly too much.
Mercutio the cat didn’t just mean Mercutio the cat. Glitch couldn’t recall what else the cat meant—the other lost memories, summer days under the smiling sun, long nights with full moons and a world of promise opened in some small gadget before him, a kind woman with the most beautiful lavender eyes he’d ever seen and two little princesses dancing in a row—only that it made him very sad to think of. And probably he loved the cat, too.
Like a light turned on in the distance, he recalled another comment she had made. “What happened to your cat?”
Eyes lifting to meet his, she didn't respond right away. There was something so innocent about this man, this stranger she'd come upon only by happenstance. But he was so very sad. Those eyes of his—so lost. She found herself holding his gaze for perhaps a moment too long.
Clearing her throat, she considered his question. She hadn't really thought about her cat when she'd spoken, only really wanting to provide what comfort she could to the poor thing. But, now that she thought about it, she wasn't quite sure what had happened to her cat. Had it passed or had it run away? It was so long ago...
"I... You know, I'm really not sure," she admitted, her smile turning a touch sad. "But I'm sure the little bugger had a good run in the end. And that's what matters, isn't it?"
Memories flickered across her lids, pulling her back to times long gone. But she shook them away, focusing instead on what was before her. No time to live in the past when there was so much to do. For instance, she still had no idea where she was. That would be a very helpful thing to learn. "Sorry, I'm forgetting my manners. My name's Amy, what's yours? And could you tell me where we are right now?"
Next To Normal Ask Meme: Send Me One To See How My Muse Will React
“It's 4 in the morning, is everything ok?”
“Some days I think I'm dying, but I'm really only trying to get through.”
“I think the house is spinning.”
“So, we'll try again and eventually we'll get it right.”
“Not a very exact science, is it?”
“I'm trying to tell you I love you.”
“I can be perfect for you.”
“I miss the pain.”
“Nothing's real.”
“I didn't know you had a brother.”
“He's been dead 16 years.”
“This is fucked.”
“I know you're hurting. I am, too.”
“Can you tell me what it is you're afraid of?”
“Can I touch you?”
“Are you wanting all that she can't give?”
“I am the one who won't walk away.”
“I wish I could fly, I'd fly far away from here.”
“I love you as much as I can.”
“I'm your worst fear, you'll find it in me.”
“I need you to need me.”
“It's not going to get better, is it?”
“Are you nervous?”
“What's your story?”
“Did you see my parents out there?”
“How could she leave me on my own?”
“Why didn't you take me with you?”
“You're kidding, right? That's bullshit.”
“What makes you think I'd lose my mind for you?”
“Tell me why I wait through the night.”
“I can't get through this alone.”
“Am I feeling what I think I'm feeling?”
“I'm good as gone.”
“You don't remember any of this?”
“I thought you might call.”
“Don't say that we're over.”
“I couldn't give a flying fuck what's normal.”
“Your life has kind of sucked, I think.”
“Won't anything be better than before?”
“Your son is gone forever though.”
“There's something missing.”
“Let me know you again.”
“Why do I get denied?”
“Where'd you get that?”
“How could I ever forget?”
Why would you want to remember the things that hurt you?”
“Please, tell me his name.”
“Why stay?”
“Something next to normal would be okay.”
“You look like a star.”
“Can you leave it behind?”
“I might end up crazy.”
“So anyway I'm leaving.”
“It's time for me to go.”
“I am the one who saved you.”
“I know you know who I am.”
“We need some light.”
“It's the price we pay to feel.”
{ lostmxrbles }
"I had a cat once. I’m almost certain of it."
Perhaps that statement shouldn’t have sounded as dejected as it did. Soft brown eyes peered sorrowfully out into the abyss, welcoming it to the mostly-empty void of his mind. He sat with his long legs tucked oddly beneath him, bent at angle that couldn’t be comfortable, and heaved a great sigh; it could have started a hurricane, that breath, had he been so inclined. Instead, it started a rainstorm, eyes glistening with unshed tears and chest…heavy. Uncomfortably so.
"I think he’s dead now."
It was strange to attach himself so firmly to such a singular, morbid thought, but he couldn’t shake himself loose. The harder he tried to refire his synapses, the more firm the connection became, overwhelming him with grief.
"Did you ever own a cat?" he asked the stranger, looking up briefly before his attention was reclaimed by the emptiness ahead of him. "He was black and grey, like boots on his paws, and I named him…Mercutio. I named him Mercutio. I don’t remember why. Mercutio was a curious cat. Very personable. More personable than I was. Have you ever owned a cat?" Not realizing he was looping, caught in the snare of his own emotions, unable to shake the overwhelming sadness in his chest but unable as well to put a firmer thought to shape it then a cat who he may never have owned beyond his own imagination.
"I had one once. His name was Mercutio…."
It was almost heartbreaking, this man she'd come upon. Amy had still been attempting to figure out just where she'd ended up when she'd run into him. Before names were even exchanged, he was off talking about his poor, dead cat. She wasn't quite sure what to do, how to respond.
Joining the man on the ground, Amy pulled her knees to her chest, hugging them to her. Cautiously patting the man on the arm, she offered a smile.
"I did have a cat," she replied, her eyes looking over the man with a kind of concern. "Mercutio sounds absolutely lovely, though. I'm very sorry you lost him... Are you quite alright, dear?"
{ onlyhadabrain }
He nodded, “Yes, that is where you are. I’m the scarecrow, otherwise known as Haber.” He stuck his hand out to her, “You’ve caught me on a good day. Usually I’m off talking to crows.”
Taking his hand and shaking it firmly, Amy smiled at the odd man. Talking to crows? This couldn't possibly be... Ah, but she feared it must be true. Could she really be in Oz? The Oz she'd read about as a child? "It's... It's lovely to meet you, Haber. I'm Amy. Amy Pond."
{ dancemagicdancejump }
“Well hello Amy and you would be in my labyrinth.”
"Your what? Is this some sort of game? Seriously, what is this place?"
{ open }
"Okay—I'll admit, this is definitely n o t what I expected."
{ ichasestars }
"Yes, well, I’m not surprised to hear that in all honesty. So don’t worry about that. So you are in the future. Good. I wouldn’t want to find out otherwise."
"But, hold on. How is this possible? I thought you always kept a watch on your time lines? Making sure they didn't cross. Does this not count?"
{ riversxghost }
She smiled sadly “I saved a past regeneration of the doctor, had i not, he never would have met you and i probably wouldn’t be… well me… Paradox” she still told her.
"I've just about had enough paradoxes, honestly..." Sighing, she glanced back up at River. She was almost afraid she'd disappear if she looked away for too long. "But... what does this mean? You're... here? Permanently?"
{ onlyhadabrain }
"You’re in Oz dear. Do you remember how you got here? Perhaps it’ll help?"
"Well, I know I walking back to town and—hold on there, did you say Oz? Like the merry old land of Oz Munchkins and scarecrows and all that?"
{ remainingtimelord }
"Firemen are cool, Pond. Don’t say it like it’s not. — And I might be. But I’m still the Doctor.”
"Oh, you'll always be that. But Doctor, love, really. What in the world are you doing rescuing cats? And where have you been?"
pensivemercury:
"—I think it’s exactly, what I think.”
"Then, please, do tell. Just what do you think, stranger?"
perilous encounters || Desmond & Amelia
desmondxaugustine:
"We shall." Desmond stated with an amused smile on his lips as the young woman pushed her tea aside and stood to her feet eagerly. She wasn’t one for waiting it seemed. They could have finished their tea and chatted a bit more, but he didn’t mind. Too much chatting wasn’t such a good idea. He might have teased about telling her his true name, but it’d been such a long time since he had last done so. Setting his tea to the side, he pushed himself away from the table and stood to his feet, straightening out his clothes and walking toward her.
Upon reaching her, he extended his arm for her to take if she so pleased. Though, he knew being such an oddly independent woman, she most likely would not. “Right this way.”
The man led the way through the large estate toward the back door which she had entered, once outside, he took a turn and started toward a large expanse of land that was fenced in. He didn’t want her to escape, but he wanted her to have all the land she could possibly desire. He peered through the fence and then he saw her, running toward them. Pure white. His Angel.
"Her name is Angel." He informed.
She'd glanced down at his arm for a moment and though her first reaction would have been to push him away, she didn't see the harm. Quirking up an eyebrow at him, she slipped her arm through his and followed his lead. Her eyes took in the grand house as they paced through it, attempting to appear nonchalant. But, honestly, it was astonishing. She'd never really seen such grandeur for a man that lived alone.
When they made it outside, Amy began to look for a stable of some kind. But she'd been wrong to do so, as she figured out when the horse appeared, galloping across the field. She was rightly named.
"The name certainly suits her," she murmured, her eyes never straying from the gorgeous creature. "She truly is beautiful..." Amy could not bear to look away. The horse was mesmerizing to her, the way it moved about with such freedom.
"Do you... Do you ride often?" she asked him, finally tearing her eyes away to meet his.
asillymanonacloud:
The Doctor looks down unable to meet her eyes, he even turn away unable to bare the pain, he loves having her back, truly, but he didn’t want to have to explain himself, he didn’t want to loose her again. He crosses his arms close to him as he tries to bare with himself and tries to isolate himself as he tries to contain the emotions within.
Her hands fell to her sides as he wrenched himself away from her, leaving her with a shocked expression on her face. He almost never acted like this, so why now? "Doctor..." The name left her lips, unbidden. Amy reached out for him, her fingers lightly making contact with his shoulder. Growing in confidence, she let her hand slip down his arm and she walked around him. Now in front of him, she carefully uncrossed his arms and took his hands in her own, lacing their fingers together. "Doctor, please. I need to know."
pensivemercury
the-impossible-daughter
"Don't give me that look, sweetheart. This isn't what you think."
remainingtimelord:
”Trouble, you say? If you consider a cat stranded in one of the purple trees on Mars trouble, then yes.”
"Well, that doesn't sound too terrible, I must admit. Are you a fireman time lord now? Fetching cats from trees?"