DRTWAT

ind. pri. sel. sideblog for owen harper.

[drtwat]

#DRTWAT      [ dr owen harper of bbc's torchwood. ] private  &  selective sideblog / follows back from @andbreathee. loved by georgie,  29,  she / her.  dark and suggestive themes may be present but tagged accordingly.   21+.   low activity  &  plot orientated. full rules can be found on my google doc. all graphics etc were made by the amazing @techiko i owe them so much. also affiliated with @techiko

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a study in : coming back from the dead and coming back wrong, the death of loved ones, the black sheep, changed after trauma, sex as therapy, acceptance and growth, snark, and intelligence is sexy.

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[drtwat]

it is owen's birthday.... what a birthday they gave my boy.

[drtwat]

[text] tell me again why i agreed to this? / howie

[ text to howie ] : death wish? 😂

[ text to howie ] : an inability to say no?

[ text to howie ] : tosh doing mind control?

[drtwat]

[text] well, mark me down as scared and horny. / howie

[ text to howie ] : welcome to torchwood.

[ text to howie ] : that is the most torchwood phrase ever.

[ text to howie ] : should be on the building.

[drtwat]

[text] i just made this awkward, didn’t i? / howie

[ text to howie ] : oh 100% mate.

[ text to howie ] : but also i once sent a full on paragraph about tis so.

[drtwat]

“you think he's dead?” - rose

❛  Gee, I wonder let's just look at the bloke until he either rises from the dead or wakes up? ❜ the actual medical doctor couldn't help but roll his eyes before he looked for signs of life.... it wasn't like he had a pulse or feeling in his hands to check if the other person had a pulse, so instead he moved to see if he could hear (god he was thankful he didn't have to learn BSL or some shit alongside the whole being dead thing.) ❛  weak breathing, his not dead yet. ❜

[melpcmene-moved]

don't scratch them. you'll infect them. - owen being a done doctor to ianto

POLTERGEIST (1982) PROMPTS. // ACCEPTING!

His hand was inches away from his arm—right by the biceps but stopped when Owen called him out on it. The welshman tuts. " Easier said than done. " Because it's fucking itchy. Like it was on fire sort of itch that needed to be scratched. However, Ianto didn't want to piss Owen off. That damn Weevil almost got him.

" What else am I not supposed to be doing? God forbid me making a cup of tea or the usual coffee. "

[drtwat]

❛  Showing your age there, mate.❜ he gave the other a raised eyebrow. no one in torchwood was old (except maybe jack - bloody mystery he was) but he knew Ianto was one of the youngest... with him in second. though he would pretend to ignore that little titbit.

❛  Let it heal. Didn't realise Weevil scratches were that serious you couldn't lift up a pot of coffee. ❜ sarcasm dripped out.

[drtwat]

‘I am duty - bound to take that secret to the great beyond.’ / howie / torchwood verse

❛  We once had an SUV with the name 'Torchwood' on it. Secrecy isn't really this organisations strong point. ❜ his eyes roll playfully at the remembrance of the SUV and also of the fact that basically the whole of Cardiff knew exactly what happened in this basement, but he does admit that it gives him some solace. ❛  Thanks, because if I have to sit through another renedition of Let it Go, I'm going to Let it Scream. ❜

[techiko]

i bet we even die on the same day

PRACTICAL MAGIC PROMPTS // accepting.

" oh, that's so morbid, owen ! " she chides at him, but a warm chuckle escapes tosh nonetheless. followed shortly by a fond shake of her head as her gaze dips momentarily to her drink. straw swirls around in the pale wine as she stirs it idly, taking a second to just really think about @drtwat's words. it's no secret that working for torchwood is a dangerous profession, having lost colleagues before now and still they continue... but despite that dark line of thought, in true toshiko fashion, she picks up on the little details of things ; a tiny spark of hope blossoming alongside the darkness as she picks up on the underlying tenderness to that sentiment. " you really think so? you and me? " it's not something she likes to think about often, for obvious reasons... but right now, owen has her reconsidering it all. " just like that old couple on the titanic, i guess — or bonnie and clyde, that feels more your style ! "

[drtwat]

❛  You say that as if you don't know me.❜ He was known for his morbid humour and interest in death, come on now tosh. The smile on his face showed he didn't take any offense to the comment, taking his drink to his lips (god the relief to be able to do normal things again.) His face twists into a look of mock disgust when she mentions 'titanic' - absolutely not. ❛  what is everyone's obsession with that four hour snooze fest anyways? ❜ he looks over at her for a second when she mentions bonnie and clyde his smile does return a little. ❛  this job is definitely more of a bonnie and clyde sorta deal anyways. ❜

[andbreathe]

[techiko]

❝ i’ll always want to listen to you. ❞

" bullshit. no, you don't. " she retorts immediately, not her usual prim self, but avoiding @drtwat's gaze as she sits on the nearby bench and breathes in the night air. the sudden bravery with speaking her mind hadn't come from nowhere, however... the taste of red wine stains her tongue heavily, makes the world feel so unsteady beneath her feet and lowers her inhibitions past their normal threshold. is that why she had phoned owen, instead of simply struggling back home alone? usually, she wouldn't let anybody see her so vulnerable, the idea of being somebody's burden a nightmare to her, but the several glasses of alcohol had clearly changed her mind.

glancing down, she can vaguely see through the wine-induced haze that she's hurt herself — is that why she phoned him? broken shards of glass stick out from her palm and she gives a wounded little cry, holding it out to him expectantly... and then just as quickly, she tugs it away from him, scared it might hurt. the wine has numbed her enough, thankfully, that it doesn't currently hurt beyond a faint sting — but she knows that once owen begins prodding as doctors tended to, it would just get worse. she's not in the mood for that. in fact, tosh just wants to go to bed and forget all about the agony she feels in her heart. the injury doesn't prevent her from rambling on though, still stuck on his words. " you're just saying that because i'm hurt right now... you think i'm annoying. i heard you... i heard you with that stupid bloody pendant, remember? " her voice is bitter, heartbreak spurred on by alcohol. eyes still fixated on her hurt hand, she tries to pluck shards from it by herself, sans tweezers or cleaning it first. " ow... shit... " learning her lesson quickly, she lets a moment of silence stretch out between them. nothing but the noise of the late night crowd, and tosh's gentle sniffling. until that drunken bravery rears up again. " ... why did you come to help me, owen? "

[drtwat]

"..." he was going to say something, but he was taken aback by her honesty. it wasn't like they got to see this side of toshiko often, but he took - well, he made himself take a deep breath. it wasn't as if it was needed now, in his lifeless state, but it was ... something normal. something that helped him to not be seen as a dead man walking. " yeah, i remember the pendant. i also remember you stickin' your nose in. but that's the thing with one off little snippets. they don't exactly tell the full picture do they? after all, you - are the oldest friend I have now. "

he had older friends who were alive, but they were from before and he never saw them now. he couldn't see them now. he was a mere ghost of the former doctor owen harper they knew anyways. it would be like marley visiting scrooge, except he didn't think any of his old friends would be in need of any sort of christmas carol experience.

" you phoned me, remember darlin'? " he pointed out, as he moved to kneel in front of her, doctor mode fully on as he noticed the small injury. nothing could stop the caring doctor when there was a patient involved. but his eyes careful scan the pieces, and he pulls out his - not so secret supply of drugs. his prized possession, his own mixture of alien drug and the perfect thing to stop her from being in pain as he carefully removed bits of broken glass. " plus, i'm a doctor, it's my job description to help. plus the irony of YOU drunk callin' me was too good to pass up. "

[1hat3u]

hopeless romantic with trust issues and a sex drive out the roof

[techiko]

it's driving her mad. the restlessness of forced bedrest — no matter how necessary — makes her skin itch worse than her bandages do, desperate for something other than the daytime television playing mutedly in the background and yet the painkillers are still just a bit too high to allow her any serious focus... resulting in a very short-tempered technician. the six o'clock local news chimes to announce itself, and tosh turns it off immediately, throwing the remote in frustration and barely missing @drtwat in the process. " can't go outside, so what's the point of knowing what's happening right now? " it's not an question she wants an answer to, for once.

[drtwat]

❛ because you need to start doin' somethin' , to get better.... it's apart of the therapy. ❜ he knows it was going to be a killer; just the first few steps to try and get everything working again, and a small part of him was jealous. Jealous that she got to experience pain... while he was.. unable to experience anything. still, he weakly stepped out of the way of the flying remote. ianto had been right that she was grumpy. ❛ also, i need to check on your wound, make sure it's not gettin' all green and gross. ❜

[techiko]

her torchlight flickered desperately against the damp walls, faintly illuminating the not-so-lovely mold and mushrooms beginning to take its residence here at the ironworks... hardly somewhere she could imagine herself living, and that didn't even take into consideration the eerie atmosphere. every step here brought a chill to tosh's spine — but, like always, @drtwat had just stormed off ahead deeper into the houses. brave or reckless? she liked to think both as she slowly followed behind, checking little nooks for anything, letting her tracker work it's way through the rooms.

" nothing yet... " speaking aloud to herself, tosh takes a moment to gaze out the nearby window ; the rain was still torrential, a storm clearly brewing in those dark clouds. but that chill returns to kiss her bones. a feeling of something watching her had set her heart racing as she spins back to the doorframe. no longer empty, but instead a shadowy figure stood there in silence. " god, owen ! you scared me, that wasn't funny ! "

[drtwat]

He knew it was childish, but he did it anyways. Hiding behind the door as he heard her coming towards it. it had been a long time since they had enough... free-time on a mission to actually have a laugh, at least a little one. before the inevitable crazy event happened.

So, he hid behind that door, waiting for her to walk past, and then, hood up, he stood there waiting for the inevitable. the scream, and his laughter was instant.

" it was kinda funny darlin' " he admits as laughter continued to fill the room, little smirk on his face, as he turns on his torch now, making sure he was actually visible. Just in case some weird thing popped out. That would be very scooby doo of them. " nothin' around here yet except the feeling we're in a trap. send in the talking dog to deal with it ."

[techiko]

going camping with @drtwat was never going to be an easy mission. toshiko knew how he despised the countryside, and after their adventure in the beacons, she's not too fond herself... but the job requires it, jack demands it, and so the car is packed and the journey made. stopping off at a local pub in presteigne near the old judge's lodging — thankfully forgoing a campfire and instead taking a warm meal and a quick drink... the idea of staying upstairs in one of the pub's b&b rooms becoming very tempting to the pair of them as the rain continued it's downpour — the locals had mentioned the sightings of a gwyllgi. she's heard of those before, tosh remembers as she searches the name on her PDA whilst they huddled away in a corner booth by the fire. best make the most of this fire before they trek out in the hillsides.

" aha ! i knew i'd heard that name before. owen, listen... " she takes a quick sip of her white wine, just enough to whet the palete, before pushing her glasses up her nose and reading from her tech. " gwyllgi... otherwise known as the welsh equivalent to the black dog. demonic entities, usually malevolent, often associated with crossroads, places of execution, and ancient pathways. " turning her hand to display the screen to him, she shows him a picture ; a vast dark beast, snarling ferociously, and with red eyes bright enough to terrify anybody with some semblance of sense. lucky she's with him then. " what do you think? this has to be connected to all those bodies we've seen reported. "

[drtwat]

how many times was jack going to force him into the countryside? in true city boy fashion the idea of rain, mud and grass was not exactly his idea of fun. still, at least they were in a pub right now with some welsh beer which was .... not bad. He'd give them the beer. he was sure they looked a sight for the locals. two people with english accents, and tech, snooping around. practically screamed: OUTSIDERS didn't they?

" so we're dealin' with some locals who have clearly had too much to drink? " the cynic in him still exisited. Yes, he knew about aliens and all that, but last time they had been here. It had just been some fucking weird country folk, doing their weird country cannibal shit. 'only in the fucking countryside' indeed. But, after his cynical comment he actually takes a look at the photo, it could be bloody anything, but let's go with the idea that it is a mythical beast. it was plausible, and he had seen too much shit to say, 'no' completely. " I still think it's just weird country fuckers, but ... it could be that thing. " his eyes glance towards his own notes, on the hospital reports of the bodies. did they match a .... an ancient dog attack? well, they could.... or a jack the ripper fan.

" Do we know how to summon the gwyligi? "

[techiko]

tosh & owen / my green light.

[techiko]

" come on. have a taste. "

" oh god, stop it ! " she squeaks with a frown, backing away from @drtwat and his newest body on the slab, hands up in surrender in the hopes that he won't chase her. she had only come down to hand over those files he asked her for earlier about their recent hospital exploration, and yet here she was instead, retreating up those little steps from the cavernous middle of medbay and back to safety. " that is so gross... don't you dare come near me with that, owen, i swear to god ! " her warning is weak though as she shrieks a laugh and hurries up the steps, but doesn't go too far away, lingering on the walkway to stay close to him... as if tempting him to follow. what a silly game they play. they're a mischievous pair if you catch them at the right moment. " i don't care how cool it looks, i am not looking at the dead man's heart unless i really need to ! "

[drtwat]

" oh come on darlin' scared of a little body part. " he wiggles the heart in his hand as he does indeed chase up the stairs with the organ. he knows it's childish and silly, but with everything they see - they had to be childish and silly. Still, he left a small smile on his face as he retreats to place the heart down. while fun and games were fun, he needed that heart intake in order to ... well do his job properly. " you're so squeamish, it's adorable. " still, not done completely with being a little twat. " i'm not those freaks in the forest... though apparently humans taste like chicken.... accordin' to science. "