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Irving Braxiatel RP Blog / Dark themes, NSFW welcomed / A humble art historian, who occupies a minor position in the government / Sometimes the most influental persona in the known universe. / Always looking for an answer.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

[Open Starter] The Rite of Spring

His head hurts as if it would split open right there and than. Brax lets out a slow breath, and of cousre, it doesn't make it better. But that's what people do for headaches, isn't it?

He thinks about a rite. He thinks about the thing in his head. It's heavy, rooted deep inside. He opens his eyes, and turns his head and reflexively smiles at the newfound company.

"Hello. It's been too long, hasn't it?"

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

"You know, you're not questioning any of this. I'm questioning everything right now." (@Sebastian-Huxley)

“I’m questioning. I’m just not particularly doing anything about it.” Brax said leisurely.  @Sebastian-Huxley

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Well, I do have telepathic powers. But rest assured, I won’t invade your mental personal space without permission.” Brax smiled with joy again. “I’m sure I can order something in the airplane. Now, shall we go?”

[sebastian-huxley]

Sebastian looked sort of shocked but this wasn’t the weirdest weirdest thing he’d heard all day. “I guess that’s sort of comforting.” he said with a shrug. “But okay let’s go” he said as he checked his shoulder holster for his gun.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“You’re being very calm, after everything what I’ve told you. Even considering the existence of costumed vigilantes of yours.” Brax said casually on the way to his personal runway.

[sebastian-huxley]

Sebastian laughed a little laugh. “I’ve seen some things but I can assure you, as soon as the adrenaline dies down I’ll start the freaking out.” he said as he smiled at Braxiatel.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“I have just the thing for you.” Brax said, as they approached his jet. “It should help you relax.” 

[sebastian-huxley]

“Oh now I’m intruiged.” Sebastian said happy to change the subject. “As long it’s not drugs or something. I don’t do that shit.” he said looking at the overly luxurious jet.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“But you consume alcohol. How are they different?” Brax asked with genuine curiosity. 

[sebastian-huxley]

Sebastian laughed. “You’re not wrong you know. But once upon a time a long time ago I had to go undercover in a drugden and I’ve seen how drugs can just permanently destroy a person or worse make them only be themselves when they’re under the influence.” he said. “And I guess I’ve never the extent to which alcohol can ruin someone.” he finished with a shrug.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Shame, I was going to offer you some pure cannabinoids.” Brax shrugged too. 

[sebastian-huxley]

“I’ll survive without and I guess I’ll want to be on edge anyway for what’s coming next.” he said as they arrived at the jet.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Wise, Mr. Huxley. But a glass of champagne shouldn’t hurt, now would it?” He said, climbing up the stairs.

[sebastian-huxley]

“I’m sure it won’t” Sebastian said. “And I assume you won’t settle for some cheap stuff.” he said follow Braxiatel up the stairs. “This is one awfully nice plane” he remarked as he looked for a seat.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“It is quite amazing what you can do with money and power in the human world.”

A flight attendant came over and offered them wines and snacks. Braxiatel murmured something to them, and they brought a bottle of champagne. It was a nice vintage of Armand de Brignac. 

“Cheers.” 

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

Braxiatel relished in his champagne. He let out a soft, satisfied sigh. And at that moment, something buzzed in Sebastian's pocket. A smartphone. Was it always there? Braxiatel didn't know.

"I think you have a caller." He said.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

(I’m sorry I had been away for so so long D: 

I’m back now.) 

[imakeoutwithwildfires]

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All my bags are packed, I’m ready to go I’m standin’ here outside your door I hate to wake you up to say goodbye But the dawn is breakin’, it’s early morn The taxi’s waitin’, he’s blowin’ his horn Already I’m so lonesome I could die So kiss me and smile for me Tell me that you’ll wait for me Hold me like you’ll never let me go ‘Cause I’m leaving on a jet plane I don’t know when I’ll be back again Oh, babe, I hate to go

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

"You know, you're not questioning any of this. I'm questioning everything right now." (@Sebastian-Huxley)

“I’m questioning. I’m just not particularly doing anything about it.” Brax said leisurely.  @Sebastian-Huxley

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Well, I do have telepathic powers. But rest assured, I won’t invade your mental personal space without permission.” Brax smiled with joy again. “I’m sure I can order something in the airplane. Now, shall we go?”

[sebastian-huxley]

Sebastian looked sort of shocked but this wasn’t the weirdest weirdest thing he’d heard all day. “I guess that’s sort of comforting.” he said with a shrug. “But okay let’s go” he said as he checked his shoulder holster for his gun.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“You’re being very calm, after everything what I’ve told you. Even considering the existence of costumed vigilantes of yours.” Brax said casually on the way to his personal runway.

[sebastian-huxley]

Sebastian laughed a little laugh. “I’ve seen some things but I can assure you, as soon as the adrenaline dies down I’ll start the freaking out.” he said as he smiled at Braxiatel.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“I have just the thing for you.” Brax said, as they approached his jet. “It should help you relax.” 

[sebastian-huxley]

“Oh now I’m intruiged.” Sebastian said happy to change the subject. “As long it’s not drugs or something. I don’t do that shit.” he said looking at the overly luxurious jet.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“But you consume alcohol. How are they different?” Brax asked with genuine curiosity. 

[sebastian-huxley]

Sebastian laughed. “You’re not wrong you know. But once upon a time a long time ago I had to go undercover in a drugden and I’ve seen how drugs can just permanently destroy a person or worse make them only be themselves when they’re under the influence.” he said. “And I guess I’ve never the extent to which alcohol can ruin someone.” he finished with a shrug.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Shame, I was going to offer you some pure cannabinoids.” Brax shrugged too. 

[sebastian-huxley]

“I’ll survive without and I guess I’ll want to be on edge anyway for what’s coming next.” he said as they arrived at the jet.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Wise, Mr. Huxley. But a glass of champagne shouldn’t hurt, now would it?” He said, climbing up the stairs.

[sebastian-huxley]

“I’m sure it won’t” Sebastian said. “And I assume you won’t settle for some cheap stuff.” he said follow Braxiatel up the stairs. “This is one awfully nice plane” he remarked as he looked for a seat.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“It is quite amazing what you can do with money and power in the human world.”

A flight attendant came over and offered them wines and snacks. Braxiatel murmured something to them, and they brought a bottle of champagne. It was a nice vintage of Armand de Brignac. 

“Cheers.” 

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Brax, I need your help.” The Doctor had just landed in his his brother’s office. He was holding his side, and he looked as white as a sheet. “Please don’t send me to a hospital, Brax.” He pleaded, taking a few steps forward.

@eighthxdoctor 

“Dear Rassilon. Brax muttered, and rushed to his side. “Oh, dear.” He turned pale at the sight of his brother’s wound. “Let’s get inside.” He let The Doctor lean most of his bodyweight on his shoulder, helping him walk. 

[eighthxdoctor]

“I can regenerate. You cannot. End of story.” He said, before he started coughing.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Are you sick?” Brax asked.

[eighthxdoctor]

“I’ve been outside in the cold and wet for a week…” He said, sighing. “But I have to be well, or I’ll lose you. I can’t lose another person. Not you, not the kids, not anyone…”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Tha’ts very touching, and also very stupid.” Brax didn’t spare him anything. “You had a whole week to find your TARDIS.”

[eighthxdoctor]

“I was watching you for the whole week. I didn’t trust you not to hurt yourself further.” He said, still dripping on Brax’s floor.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“I wasn’t going to hurt myself until the end. Thete, you are so irresponsible!” Brax dragged him away and led him to the bathroom. “Take a bath, and put all your cloths and shoes in the laundry.” 

[eighthxdoctor]

“I know you can’t get this through your thick skull, but even though you’re a bastard, I still love you! You’re my brother! You’re all I have left!”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“You’re not doing any favor to either of us by falling ill.” Brax said coldly. “You need to clear your head.” 

[eighthxdoctor]

“Like you did, all our childhood?” He asked, turning on the water. “I know I was a trouble maker, but I almost died a couple times.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Yes!” Brax said, his hands up in the air dramatically. “Which is why I still have twice as more regenerations left than you have. And you almost died a week ago too. Am I the paranoid one for nagging on your recklessness?”

[eighthxdoctor]

“You were going to kill yourself! Not even regenerate, die! If that’s not reckless, I don’t know what is!” He said, curling up on himself. “Not all of them were my fault. The time the Time Lords killed me, and this time, I just stepped out of my TARDIS and got shot, and I was begging her not to operate…” He was crying, but trying to hide his tears in the bath water. He didn’t know what it was about his big brother that made him so… vulnerable, but it did.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

Brax wanted to say something about ‘keeping his head low’ but saw that The Doctor was crying and instead kneeled down next to the tub and stroked his hair. “Look, I’m sorry for snapping. Take your bath and I’ll make you a tea while I wait outside, Okay? Now don’t cry. It makes you look ugly.”

[eighthxdoctor]

“Okay…” The Doctor said, and followed through on it. When he came out, he was wearing another set of Brax’s clothes, ill-fitting on him but better than nothing. “Don’t tell anyone I was crying in your bathtub. I’ve been through a lot these last weeks.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Oh, I won’t stain your reputation as ‘the oncoming storm’” Brax couldn’t let a teasing tone out of his voice. He offered him tea, simple darjeeling with honey and lemon. As always, Braxiatel’s tea was perfect. 

[eighthxdoctor]

“Oncoming Storm? Is that what they’re calling me now?” He asked, sipping his tea. “I haven’t heard that one yet.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“No, you haven’t.” Brax said, with a sad smile. “Spoilers ahead. I might be a way older brother than you’ve expected.”

[eighthxdoctor]

“How much older?” He asked. “I usually don’t meet people too far out of sync.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Not sure. Maybe a few hundred years, or maybe a millenia.” 

[eighthxdoctor]

“Hmm.” He said, finishing the tea. “when’s the evil you coming?” He asked.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Tomorrow, that’s all we know.”

[eighthxdoctor]

“Then I shall retire for the night.” He said.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Don’t forget to put a scarf around your neck!”

[eighthxdoctor]

“What for?” He asked, curious.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“It’s good for you when you’re sick.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Brax, I need your help.” The Doctor had just landed in his his brother’s office. He was holding his side, and he looked as white as a sheet. “Please don’t send me to a hospital, Brax.” He pleaded, taking a few steps forward.

@eighthxdoctor 

“Dear Rassilon. Brax muttered, and rushed to his side. “Oh, dear.” He turned pale at the sight of his brother’s wound. “Let’s get inside.” He let The Doctor lean most of his bodyweight on his shoulder, helping him walk. 

[eighthxdoctor]

“I can regenerate. You cannot. End of story.” He said, before he started coughing.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Are you sick?” Brax asked.

[eighthxdoctor]

“I’ve been outside in the cold and wet for a week…” He said, sighing. “But I have to be well, or I’ll lose you. I can’t lose another person. Not you, not the kids, not anyone…”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Tha’ts very touching, and also very stupid.” Brax didn’t spare him anything. “You had a whole week to find your TARDIS.”

[eighthxdoctor]

“I was watching you for the whole week. I didn’t trust you not to hurt yourself further.” He said, still dripping on Brax’s floor.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“I wasn’t going to hurt myself until the end. Thete, you are so irresponsible!” Brax dragged him away and led him to the bathroom. “Take a bath, and put all your cloths and shoes in the laundry.” 

[eighthxdoctor]

“I know you can’t get this through your thick skull, but even though you’re a bastard, I still love you! You’re my brother! You’re all I have left!”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“You’re not doing any favor to either of us by falling ill.” Brax said coldly. “You need to clear your head.” 

[eighthxdoctor]

“Like you did, all our childhood?” He asked, turning on the water. “I know I was a trouble maker, but I almost died a couple times.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Yes!” Brax said, his hands up in the air dramatically. “Which is why I still have twice as more regenerations left than you have. And you almost died a week ago too. Am I the paranoid one for nagging on your recklessness?”

[eighthxdoctor]

“You were going to kill yourself! Not even regenerate, die! If that’s not reckless, I don’t know what is!” He said, curling up on himself. “Not all of them were my fault. The time the Time Lords killed me, and this time, I just stepped out of my TARDIS and got shot, and I was begging her not to operate…” He was crying, but trying to hide his tears in the bath water. He didn’t know what it was about his big brother that made him so… vulnerable, but it did.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

Brax wanted to say something about ‘keeping his head low’ but saw that The Doctor was crying and instead kneeled down next to the tub and stroked his hair. “Look, I’m sorry for snapping. Take your bath and I’ll make you a tea while I wait outside, Okay? Now don’t cry. It makes you look ugly.”

[eighthxdoctor]

“Okay…” The Doctor said, and followed through on it. When he came out, he was wearing another set of Brax’s clothes, ill-fitting on him but better than nothing. “Don’t tell anyone I was crying in your bathtub. I’ve been through a lot these last weeks.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Oh, I won’t stain your reputation as ‘the oncoming storm’” Brax couldn’t let a teasing tone out of his voice. He offered him tea, simple darjeeling with honey and lemon. As always, Braxiatel’s tea was perfect. 

[eighthxdoctor]

“Oncoming Storm? Is that what they’re calling me now?” He asked, sipping his tea. “I haven’t heard that one yet.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“No, you haven’t.” Brax said, with a sad smile. “Spoilers ahead. I might be a way older brother than you’ve expected.”

[eighthxdoctor]

“How much older?” He asked. “I usually don’t meet people too far out of sync.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Not sure. Maybe a few hundred years, or maybe a millenia.” 

[eighthxdoctor]

“Hmm.” He said, finishing the tea. “when’s the evil you coming?” He asked.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Tomorrow, that’s all we know.”

[eighthxdoctor]

“Then I shall retire for the night.” He said.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Don’t forget to put a scarf around your neck!”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

"You know, you're not questioning any of this. I'm questioning everything right now." (@Sebastian-Huxley)

“I’m questioning. I’m just not particularly doing anything about it.” Brax said leisurely.  @Sebastian-Huxley

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Well, I do have telepathic powers. But rest assured, I won’t invade your mental personal space without permission.” Brax smiled with joy again. “I’m sure I can order something in the airplane. Now, shall we go?”

[sebastian-huxley]

Sebastian looked sort of shocked but this wasn’t the weirdest weirdest thing he’d heard all day. “I guess that’s sort of comforting.” he said with a shrug. “But okay let’s go” he said as he checked his shoulder holster for his gun.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“You’re being very calm, after everything what I’ve told you. Even considering the existence of costumed vigilantes of yours.” Brax said casually on the way to his personal runway.

[sebastian-huxley]

Sebastian laughed a little laugh. “I’ve seen some things but I can assure you, as soon as the adrenaline dies down I’ll start the freaking out.” he said as he smiled at Braxiatel.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“I have just the thing for you.” Brax said, as they approached his jet. “It should help you relax.” 

[sebastian-huxley]

“Oh now I’m intruiged.” Sebastian said happy to change the subject. “As long it’s not drugs or something. I don’t do that shit.” he said looking at the overly luxurious jet.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“But you consume alcohol. How are they different?” Brax asked with genuine curiosity. 

[sebastian-huxley]

Sebastian laughed. “You’re not wrong you know. But once upon a time a long time ago I had to go undercover in a drugden and I’ve seen how drugs can just permanently destroy a person or worse make them only be themselves when they’re under the influence.” he said. “And I guess I’ve never the extent to which alcohol can ruin someone.” he finished with a shrug.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Shame, I was going to offer you some pure cannabinoids.” Brax shrugged too. 

[sebastian-huxley]

“I’ll survive without and I guess I’ll want to be on edge anyway for what’s coming next.” he said as they arrived at the jet.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Wise, Mr. Huxley. But a glass of champagne shouldn’t hurt, now would it?” He said, climbing up the stairs.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Brax, I need your help.” The Doctor had just landed in his his brother’s office. He was holding his side, and he looked as white as a sheet. “Please don’t send me to a hospital, Brax.” He pleaded, taking a few steps forward.

@eighthxdoctor 

“Dear Rassilon. Brax muttered, and rushed to his side. “Oh, dear.” He turned pale at the sight of his brother’s wound. “Let’s get inside.” He let The Doctor lean most of his bodyweight on his shoulder, helping him walk. 

[eighthxdoctor]

“I can regenerate. You cannot. End of story.” He said, before he started coughing.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Are you sick?” Brax asked.

[eighthxdoctor]

“I’ve been outside in the cold and wet for a week…” He said, sighing. “But I have to be well, or I’ll lose you. I can’t lose another person. Not you, not the kids, not anyone…”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Tha’ts very touching, and also very stupid.” Brax didn’t spare him anything. “You had a whole week to find your TARDIS.”

[eighthxdoctor]

“I was watching you for the whole week. I didn’t trust you not to hurt yourself further.” He said, still dripping on Brax’s floor.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“I wasn’t going to hurt myself until the end. Thete, you are so irresponsible!” Brax dragged him away and led him to the bathroom. “Take a bath, and put all your cloths and shoes in the laundry.” 

[eighthxdoctor]

“I know you can’t get this through your thick skull, but even though you’re a bastard, I still love you! You’re my brother! You’re all I have left!”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“You’re not doing any favor to either of us by falling ill.” Brax said coldly. “You need to clear your head.” 

[eighthxdoctor]

“Like you did, all our childhood?” He asked, turning on the water. “I know I was a trouble maker, but I almost died a couple times.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Yes!” Brax said, his hands up in the air dramatically. “Which is why I still have twice as more regenerations left than you have. And you almost died a week ago too. Am I the paranoid one for nagging on your recklessness?”

[eighthxdoctor]

“You were going to kill yourself! Not even regenerate, die! If that’s not reckless, I don’t know what is!” He said, curling up on himself. “Not all of them were my fault. The time the Time Lords killed me, and this time, I just stepped out of my TARDIS and got shot, and I was begging her not to operate…” He was crying, but trying to hide his tears in the bath water. He didn’t know what it was about his big brother that made him so… vulnerable, but it did.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

Brax wanted to say something about ‘keeping his head low’ but saw that The Doctor was crying and instead kneeled down next to the tub and stroked his hair. “Look, I’m sorry for snapping. Take your bath and I’ll make you a tea while I wait outside, Okay? Now don’t cry. It makes you look ugly.”

[eighthxdoctor]

“Okay…” The Doctor said, and followed through on it. When he came out, he was wearing another set of Brax’s clothes, ill-fitting on him but better than nothing. “Don’t tell anyone I was crying in your bathtub. I’ve been through a lot these last weeks.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Oh, I won’t stain your reputation as ‘the oncoming storm’” Brax couldn’t let a teasing tone out of his voice. He offered him tea, simple darjeeling with honey and lemon. As always, Braxiatel’s tea was perfect. 

[eighthxdoctor]

“Oncoming Storm? Is that what they’re calling me now?” He asked, sipping his tea. “I haven’t heard that one yet.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“No, you haven’t.” Brax said, with a sad smile. “Spoilers ahead. I might be a way older brother than you’ve expected.”

[eighthxdoctor]

“How much older?” He asked. “I usually don’t meet people too far out of sync.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Not sure. Maybe a few hundred years, or maybe a millenia.” 

[eighthxdoctor]

“Hmm.” He said, finishing the tea. “when’s the evil you coming?” He asked.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Tomorrow, that’s all we know.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Brax, I need your help.” The Doctor had just landed in his his brother’s office. He was holding his side, and he looked as white as a sheet. “Please don’t send me to a hospital, Brax.” He pleaded, taking a few steps forward.

@eighthxdoctor 

“Dear Rassilon. Brax muttered, and rushed to his side. “Oh, dear.” He turned pale at the sight of his brother’s wound. “Let’s get inside.” He let The Doctor lean most of his bodyweight on his shoulder, helping him walk. 

[eighthxdoctor]

“I can regenerate. You cannot. End of story.” He said, before he started coughing.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Are you sick?” Brax asked.

[eighthxdoctor]

“I’ve been outside in the cold and wet for a week…” He said, sighing. “But I have to be well, or I’ll lose you. I can’t lose another person. Not you, not the kids, not anyone…”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Tha’ts very touching, and also very stupid.” Brax didn’t spare him anything. “You had a whole week to find your TARDIS.”

[eighthxdoctor]

“I was watching you for the whole week. I didn’t trust you not to hurt yourself further.” He said, still dripping on Brax’s floor.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“I wasn’t going to hurt myself until the end. Thete, you are so irresponsible!” Brax dragged him away and led him to the bathroom. “Take a bath, and put all your cloths and shoes in the laundry.” 

[eighthxdoctor]

“I know you can’t get this through your thick skull, but even though you’re a bastard, I still love you! You’re my brother! You’re all I have left!”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“You’re not doing any favor to either of us by falling ill.” Brax said coldly. “You need to clear your head.” 

[eighthxdoctor]

“Like you did, all our childhood?” He asked, turning on the water. “I know I was a trouble maker, but I almost died a couple times.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Yes!” Brax said, his hands up in the air dramatically. “Which is why I still have twice as more regenerations left than you have. And you almost died a week ago too. Am I the paranoid one for nagging on your recklessness?”

[eighthxdoctor]

“You were going to kill yourself! Not even regenerate, die! If that’s not reckless, I don’t know what is!” He said, curling up on himself. “Not all of them were my fault. The time the Time Lords killed me, and this time, I just stepped out of my TARDIS and got shot, and I was begging her not to operate…” He was crying, but trying to hide his tears in the bath water. He didn’t know what it was about his big brother that made him so… vulnerable, but it did.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

Brax wanted to say something about ‘keeping his head low’ but saw that The Doctor was crying and instead kneeled down next to the tub and stroked his hair. “Look, I’m sorry for snapping. Take your bath and I’ll make you a tea while I wait outside, Okay? Now don’t cry. It makes you look ugly.”

[eighthxdoctor]

“Okay…” The Doctor said, and followed through on it. When he came out, he was wearing another set of Brax’s clothes, ill-fitting on him but better than nothing. “Don’t tell anyone I was crying in your bathtub. I’ve been through a lot these last weeks.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Oh, I won’t stain your reputation as ‘the oncoming storm’” Brax couldn’t let a teasing tone out of his voice. He offered him tea, simple darjeeling with honey and lemon. As always, Braxiatel’s tea was perfect. 

[eighthxdoctor]

“Oncoming Storm? Is that what they’re calling me now?” He asked, sipping his tea. “I haven’t heard that one yet.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“No, you haven’t.” Brax said, with a sad smile. “Spoilers ahead. I might be a way older brother than you’ve expected.”

[eighthxdoctor]

“How much older?” He asked. “I usually don’t meet people too far out of sync.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Not sure. Maybe a few hundred years, or maybe a millenia.” 

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Brax, I need your help.” The Doctor had just landed in his his brother’s office. He was holding his side, and he looked as white as a sheet. “Please don’t send me to a hospital, Brax.” He pleaded, taking a few steps forward.

@eighthxdoctor 

“Dear Rassilon. Brax muttered, and rushed to his side. “Oh, dear.” He turned pale at the sight of his brother’s wound. “Let’s get inside.” He let The Doctor lean most of his bodyweight on his shoulder, helping him walk. 

[eighthxdoctor]

“I can regenerate. You cannot. End of story.” He said, before he started coughing.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Are you sick?” Brax asked.

[eighthxdoctor]

“I’ve been outside in the cold and wet for a week…” He said, sighing. “But I have to be well, or I’ll lose you. I can’t lose another person. Not you, not the kids, not anyone…”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Tha’ts very touching, and also very stupid.” Brax didn’t spare him anything. “You had a whole week to find your TARDIS.”

[eighthxdoctor]

“I was watching you for the whole week. I didn’t trust you not to hurt yourself further.” He said, still dripping on Brax’s floor.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“I wasn’t going to hurt myself until the end. Thete, you are so irresponsible!” Brax dragged him away and led him to the bathroom. “Take a bath, and put all your cloths and shoes in the laundry.” 

[eighthxdoctor]

“I know you can’t get this through your thick skull, but even though you’re a bastard, I still love you! You’re my brother! You’re all I have left!”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“You’re not doing any favor to either of us by falling ill.” Brax said coldly. “You need to clear your head.” 

[eighthxdoctor]

“Like you did, all our childhood?” He asked, turning on the water. “I know I was a trouble maker, but I almost died a couple times.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Yes!” Brax said, his hands up in the air dramatically. “Which is why I still have twice as more regenerations left than you have. And you almost died a week ago too. Am I the paranoid one for nagging on your recklessness?”

[eighthxdoctor]

“You were going to kill yourself! Not even regenerate, die! If that’s not reckless, I don’t know what is!” He said, curling up on himself. “Not all of them were my fault. The time the Time Lords killed me, and this time, I just stepped out of my TARDIS and got shot, and I was begging her not to operate…” He was crying, but trying to hide his tears in the bath water. He didn’t know what it was about his big brother that made him so… vulnerable, but it did.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

Brax wanted to say something about ‘keeping his head low’ but saw that The Doctor was crying and instead kneeled down next to the tub and stroked his hair. “Look, I’m sorry for snapping. Take your bath and I’ll make you a tea while I wait outside, Okay? Now don’t cry. It makes you look ugly.”

[eighthxdoctor]

“Okay…” The Doctor said, and followed through on it. When he came out, he was wearing another set of Brax’s clothes, ill-fitting on him but better than nothing. “Don’t tell anyone I was crying in your bathtub. I’ve been through a lot these last weeks.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Oh, I won’t stain your reputation as ‘the oncoming storm’” Brax couldn’t let a teasing tone out of his voice. He offered him tea, simple darjeeling with honey and lemon. As always, Braxiatel’s tea was perfect. 

[eighthxdoctor]

“Oncoming Storm? Is that what they’re calling me now?” He asked, sipping his tea. “I haven’t heard that one yet.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“No, you haven’t.” Brax said, with a sad smile. “Spoilers ahead. I might be a way older brother than you’ve expected.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Brax, I need your help.” The Doctor had just landed in his his brother’s office. He was holding his side, and he looked as white as a sheet. “Please don’t send me to a hospital, Brax.” He pleaded, taking a few steps forward.

@eighthxdoctor 

“Dear Rassilon. Brax muttered, and rushed to his side. “Oh, dear.” He turned pale at the sight of his brother’s wound. “Let’s get inside.” He let The Doctor lean most of his bodyweight on his shoulder, helping him walk. 

[eighthxdoctor]

“I can regenerate. You cannot. End of story.” He said, before he started coughing.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Are you sick?” Brax asked.

[eighthxdoctor]

“I’ve been outside in the cold and wet for a week…” He said, sighing. “But I have to be well, or I’ll lose you. I can’t lose another person. Not you, not the kids, not anyone…”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Tha’ts very touching, and also very stupid.” Brax didn’t spare him anything. “You had a whole week to find your TARDIS.”

[eighthxdoctor]

“I was watching you for the whole week. I didn’t trust you not to hurt yourself further.” He said, still dripping on Brax’s floor.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“I wasn’t going to hurt myself until the end. Thete, you are so irresponsible!” Brax dragged him away and led him to the bathroom. “Take a bath, and put all your cloths and shoes in the laundry.” 

[eighthxdoctor]

“I know you can’t get this through your thick skull, but even though you’re a bastard, I still love you! You’re my brother! You’re all I have left!”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“You’re not doing any favor to either of us by falling ill.” Brax said coldly. “You need to clear your head.” 

[eighthxdoctor]

“Like you did, all our childhood?” He asked, turning on the water. “I know I was a trouble maker, but I almost died a couple times.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Yes!” Brax said, his hands up in the air dramatically. “Which is why I still have twice as more regenerations left than you have. And you almost died a week ago too. Am I the paranoid one for nagging on your recklessness?”

[eighthxdoctor]

“You were going to kill yourself! Not even regenerate, die! If that’s not reckless, I don’t know what is!” He said, curling up on himself. “Not all of them were my fault. The time the Time Lords killed me, and this time, I just stepped out of my TARDIS and got shot, and I was begging her not to operate…” He was crying, but trying to hide his tears in the bath water. He didn’t know what it was about his big brother that made him so… vulnerable, but it did.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

Brax wanted to say something about ‘keeping his head low’ but saw that The Doctor was crying and instead kneeled down next to the tub and stroked his hair. “Look, I’m sorry for snapping. Take your bath and I’ll make you a tea while I wait outside, Okay? Now don’t cry. It makes you look ugly.”

[eighthxdoctor]

“Okay…” The Doctor said, and followed through on it. When he came out, he was wearing another set of Brax’s clothes, ill-fitting on him but better than nothing. “Don’t tell anyone I was crying in your bathtub. I’ve been through a lot these last weeks.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Oh, I won’t stain your reputation as ‘the oncoming storm’” Brax couldn’t let a teasing tone out of his voice. He offered him tea, simple darjeeling with honey and lemon. As always, Braxiatel’s tea was perfect. 

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

"You know, you're not questioning any of this. I'm questioning everything right now." (@Sebastian-Huxley)

“I’m questioning. I’m just not particularly doing anything about it.” Brax said leisurely.  @Sebastian-Huxley

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Well, I do have telepathic powers. But rest assured, I won’t invade your mental personal space without permission.” Brax smiled with joy again. “I’m sure I can order something in the airplane. Now, shall we go?”

[sebastian-huxley]

Sebastian looked sort of shocked but this wasn’t the weirdest weirdest thing he’d heard all day. “I guess that’s sort of comforting.” he said with a shrug. “But okay let’s go” he said as he checked his shoulder holster for his gun.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“You’re being very calm, after everything what I’ve told you. Even considering the existence of costumed vigilantes of yours.” Brax said casually on the way to his personal runway.

[sebastian-huxley]

Sebastian laughed a little laugh. “I’ve seen some things but I can assure you, as soon as the adrenaline dies down I’ll start the freaking out.” he said as he smiled at Braxiatel.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“I have just the thing for you.” Brax said, as they approached his jet. “It should help you relax.” 

[sebastian-huxley]

“Oh now I’m intruiged.” Sebastian said happy to change the subject. “As long it’s not drugs or something. I don’t do that shit.” he said looking at the overly luxurious jet.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“But you consume alcohol. How are they different?” Brax asked with genuine curiosity. 

[sebastian-huxley]

Sebastian laughed. “You’re not wrong you know. But once upon a time a long time ago I had to go undercover in a drugden and I’ve seen how drugs can just permanently destroy a person or worse make them only be themselves when they’re under the influence.” he said. “And I guess I’ve never the extent to which alcohol can ruin someone.” he finished with a shrug.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Shame, I was going to offer you some pure cannabinoids.” Brax shrugged too. 

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Brax, I need your help.” The Doctor had just landed in his his brother’s office. He was holding his side, and he looked as white as a sheet. “Please don’t send me to a hospital, Brax.” He pleaded, taking a few steps forward.

@eighthxdoctor 

“Dear Rassilon. Brax muttered, and rushed to his side. “Oh, dear.” He turned pale at the sight of his brother’s wound. “Let’s get inside.” He let The Doctor lean most of his bodyweight on his shoulder, helping him walk. 

[eighthxdoctor]

“I can regenerate. You cannot. End of story.” He said, before he started coughing.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Are you sick?” Brax asked.

[eighthxdoctor]

“I’ve been outside in the cold and wet for a week…” He said, sighing. “But I have to be well, or I’ll lose you. I can’t lose another person. Not you, not the kids, not anyone…”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Tha’ts very touching, and also very stupid.” Brax didn’t spare him anything. “You had a whole week to find your TARDIS.”

[eighthxdoctor]

“I was watching you for the whole week. I didn’t trust you not to hurt yourself further.” He said, still dripping on Brax’s floor.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“I wasn’t going to hurt myself until the end. Thete, you are so irresponsible!” Brax dragged him away and led him to the bathroom. “Take a bath, and put all your cloths and shoes in the laundry.” 

[eighthxdoctor]

“I know you can’t get this through your thick skull, but even though you’re a bastard, I still love you! You’re my brother! You’re all I have left!”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“You’re not doing any favor to either of us by falling ill.” Brax said coldly. “You need to clear your head.” 

[eighthxdoctor]

“Like you did, all our childhood?” He asked, turning on the water. “I know I was a trouble maker, but I almost died a couple times.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Yes!” Brax said, his hands up in the air dramatically. “Which is why I still have twice as more regenerations left than you have. And you almost died a week ago too. Am I the paranoid one for nagging on your recklessness?”

[eighthxdoctor]

“You were going to kill yourself! Not even regenerate, die! If that’s not reckless, I don’t know what is!” He said, curling up on himself. “Not all of them were my fault. The time the Time Lords killed me, and this time, I just stepped out of my TARDIS and got shot, and I was begging her not to operate…” He was crying, but trying to hide his tears in the bath water. He didn’t know what it was about his big brother that made him so… vulnerable, but it did.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

Brax wanted to say something about ‘keeping his head low’ but saw that The Doctor was crying and instead kneeled down next to the tub and stroked his hair. “Look, I’m sorry for snapping. Take your bath and I’ll make you a tea while I wait outside, Okay? Now don’t cry. It makes you look ugly.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

"You know, you're not questioning any of this. I'm questioning everything right now." (@Sebastian-Huxley)

“I’m questioning. I’m just not particularly doing anything about it.” Brax said leisurely.  @Sebastian-Huxley

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Well, I do have telepathic powers. But rest assured, I won’t invade your mental personal space without permission.” Brax smiled with joy again. “I’m sure I can order something in the airplane. Now, shall we go?”

[sebastian-huxley]

Sebastian looked sort of shocked but this wasn’t the weirdest weirdest thing he’d heard all day. “I guess that’s sort of comforting.” he said with a shrug. “But okay let’s go” he said as he checked his shoulder holster for his gun.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“You’re being very calm, after everything what I’ve told you. Even considering the existence of costumed vigilantes of yours.” Brax said casually on the way to his personal runway.

[sebastian-huxley]

Sebastian laughed a little laugh. “I’ve seen some things but I can assure you, as soon as the adrenaline dies down I’ll start the freaking out.” he said as he smiled at Braxiatel.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“I have just the thing for you.” Brax said, as they approached his jet. “It should help you relax.” 

[sebastian-huxley]

“Oh now I’m intruiged.” Sebastian said happy to change the subject. “As long it’s not drugs or something. I don’t do that shit.” he said looking at the overly luxurious jet.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“But you consume alcohol. How are they different?” Brax asked with genuine curiosity. 

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Brax, I need your help.” The Doctor had just landed in his his brother’s office. He was holding his side, and he looked as white as a sheet. “Please don’t send me to a hospital, Brax.” He pleaded, taking a few steps forward.

@eighthxdoctor 

“Dear Rassilon. Brax muttered, and rushed to his side. “Oh, dear.” He turned pale at the sight of his brother’s wound. “Let’s get inside.” He let The Doctor lean most of his bodyweight on his shoulder, helping him walk. 

[eighthxdoctor]

“I can regenerate. You cannot. End of story.” He said, before he started coughing.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Are you sick?” Brax asked.

[eighthxdoctor]

“I’ve been outside in the cold and wet for a week…” He said, sighing. “But I have to be well, or I’ll lose you. I can’t lose another person. Not you, not the kids, not anyone…”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Tha’ts very touching, and also very stupid.” Brax didn’t spare him anything. “You had a whole week to find your TARDIS.”

[eighthxdoctor]

“I was watching you for the whole week. I didn’t trust you not to hurt yourself further.” He said, still dripping on Brax’s floor.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“I wasn’t going to hurt myself until the end. Thete, you are so irresponsible!” Brax dragged him away and led him to the bathroom. “Take a bath, and put all your cloths and shoes in the laundry.” 

[eighthxdoctor]

“I know you can’t get this through your thick skull, but even though you’re a bastard, I still love you! You’re my brother! You’re all I have left!”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“You’re not doing any favor to either of us by falling ill.” Brax said coldly. “You need to clear your head.” 

[eighthxdoctor]

“Like you did, all our childhood?” He asked, turning on the water. “I know I was a trouble maker, but I almost died a couple times.”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Yes!” Brax said, his hands up in the air dramatically. “Which is why I still have twice as more regenerations left than you have. And you almost died a week ago too. Am I the paranoid one for nagging on your recklessness?”

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

"You know, you're not questioning any of this. I'm questioning everything right now." (@Sebastian-Huxley)

“I’m questioning. I’m just not particularly doing anything about it.” Brax said leisurely.  @Sebastian-Huxley

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“Well, I do have telepathic powers. But rest assured, I won’t invade your mental personal space without permission.” Brax smiled with joy again. “I’m sure I can order something in the airplane. Now, shall we go?”

[sebastian-huxley]

Sebastian looked sort of shocked but this wasn’t the weirdest weirdest thing he’d heard all day. “I guess that’s sort of comforting.” he said with a shrug. “But okay let’s go” he said as he checked his shoulder holster for his gun.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“You’re being very calm, after everything what I’ve told you. Even considering the existence of costumed vigilantes of yours.” Brax said casually on the way to his personal runway.

[sebastian-huxley]

Sebastian laughed a little laugh. “I’ve seen some things but I can assure you, as soon as the adrenaline dies down I’ll start the freaking out.” he said as he smiled at Braxiatel.

[ask-irvingbraxiatel]

“I have just the thing for you.” Brax said, as they approached his jet. “It should help you relax.”