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@octoberdarkestcloud
"Are you falling asleep on me?"(lovedlikewinter)
“Mmm… maybe”, October grumbled quietly. “Is it a problem?”
Smiling, Erika shook her head, and gently kissed his forehead. “No problem at all.” She murmured quietly.
October smiled when he felt her lips touching his forehead. It felt so good; he slightly moved his head and let the peace fill him. It's been so long... "Good", he mumbled. "Then... I really might fall asleep..."
Fluffy & Cuddly {Sentence Starters}
"Hey, scoot over. You're squishing me!"
"I didn't say you could stop hugging me."
"Stop hogging all the blankets!"
"You make a good pillow."
"How long can we stay like this? Because I don't want to move."
"Are you falling asleep on me?"
"You weren't watching. You missed the best part!"
"Don't stop playing with my hair."
"Would you mind handing me the remote?"
"Stop, your feet are cold!"
"Look, if you want food, you have to let me get up."
"You're warm. I'm cold. Let's cuddle."
"You fell asleep on me. Maybe you should go to bed?"
"Well, my arm's asleep, but I'm glad you're comfortable."
"Stop changing the channel, you jerk!"
"You're getting crumbs all over the blankets."
"I see you eyeing that pillow. Don't you dare."
"Don't move. I finally got comfy."
"Would you stop wiggling?"
"Hey, are you still awake?"
"Are you falling asleep on me?"(lovedlikewinter)
“Mmm… maybe”, October grumbled quietly. “Is it a problem?”
October smiled faintly, “who realises Time’s end? I don’t. I never sensed Time as other beings did, I bet you understand. At the moment I don’t have any idea where are we. I know it’s Earth, but which year and where?” Cocking a brow, he looked around. “Care to tell?”
Discussing the sense of time was often an oddity for XI. Ever since leaving his home universe that sense had become something else, something subtler and more difficult to define. He was less able to determine outcomes than other Time Lords now, though he could still feel the glaringly obvious ‘DO NOT PASS’ sensations of a fixed point.
“I’d say around 2014, 21st century, er.. not far out of Swansea I should think. My ship’s got a thing about Wales. And quarries.”
“Quarries”, he echoed. “Well. Not my specialty.” He seemed somehow... off. “So then... this is the place and time where I have to... ahh.” He shook his head. Then he glanced back at XI. “Which month?”
The Saint noticed theta-x
theta-x:
octoberdarkestcloud:
October sighed and he didn’t look amused as he sat in the park on a bench. That morning was particularly chilly for a day of October; he suspected the other Saints had troubles trying recreating his month. He huffed and watched people rushing to do their things and he felt bad - he had no place to go, no one to see. No job, no home. He was also bored; October was used to have fun and cause trouble, not sitting around doing nothing. So he did what he wanted to. Cause trouble. He mimicked a stretch and he unleashed his powers which resulted in a blizzard. It was funny for him to see how people reacted to it. They quickened their pace and groaned curses. Get used to it, he thought, I’m not in the mood to make it easier for you people. Nobody paid attention to him so he conjured a snowball in his hand and while he was at it he noticed a man standing near a newspaper booth. October grinned and threw the snowball in that man’s direction, aiming for his neck particularly. It was too warm and boring for him anyways.
He’d only come here to work out the bloody date. Dropped off several hours ago by his companion to explore the city and see what it had to offer, it only occurred to him after a particularly awkward conversation with a dog walker (after making a fuss over the animals) that he should have confirmed the year.
Even by Gallifreyan standards X’ body temperature was low. The fresh temperatures went entirely unnoticed by him, preoccupied with skimming newspapers, until snow began to fall. Initially received with a stupid grin - he loved snow - the rapidly declining weather at last forced him to duck his head and resume business. Perhaps he could find a decent bar somewhere in the city, make a-
Whap!
X yelped, more from surprise than anything else as the snowball exploded on the back of his neck. It was cold, of course it was, but his nerves didn’t seem to register it as quite so uncomfortable any more. Still, he wasn’t a massive fan of water, and what snow had gotten down the back of his coat was rapidly soaking into his shirt. He whirled about at once, dark eyes settling upon the culprit and narrowing at once. A few long moments were spent in silence as the Time Lord attempted to discern any sense of familiarity in the face he had encountered across the multiverse. No, this was someone new. Wonderful.
“Oi!” the Doctor grated, stalking closer to the bench as he spoke, “the fuck d’you think you’re playing at? You want to start playfightin’ with me, you buy me a drink first, yeah?”
October couldn't stop himself from grinning when the man turned around to see who 'attacked' him. The Saint could've just jump up and go - but where? Connecting - it wasn't as easy as he thought it would be at first, and now it seemed it was easier than he imagined. He looked merry when the other's glance finally found him; eyes cheekily narrowed due to the wide smile that came across his cheeks. Friendly as ever, October shrugged; he looked innocent. Looked. "Hard to do so when one has nothing to offer to others", came the reply, quiet, but X still could hear. "Quite literally." As he sat on the bench in his, out-of-this-world clothes on him - he didn't have a scarf or a hat, but cold didn't bother him at all -, anyone could see he wasn't one of the humans around him. Or rather, he wasn't normal. That was what most people thought as they ran past by him. And the Saint didn't care. As he didn't care about anything else at that certain moment. His clothes were anything he had.
Fluffy & Cuddly {Sentence Starters}
"Hey, scoot over. You're squishing me!"
"I didn't say you could stop hugging me."
"Stop hogging all the blankets!"
"You make a good pillow."
"How long can we stay like this? Because I don't want to move."
"Are you falling asleep on me?"
"You weren't watching. You missed the best part!"
"Don't stop playing with my hair."
"Would you mind handing me the remote?"
"Stop, your feet are cold!"
"Look, if you want food, you have to let me get up."
"You're warm. I'm cold. Let's cuddle."
"You fell asleep on me. Maybe you should go to bed?"
"Well, my arm's asleep, but I'm glad you're comfortable."
"Stop changing the channel, you jerk!"
"You're getting crumbs all over the blankets."
"I see you eyeing that pillow. Don't you dare."
"Don't move. I finally got comfy."
"Would you stop wiggling?"
"Hey, are you still awake?"
The Saint noticed theta-x
October sighed and he didn’t look amused as he sat in the park on a bench. That morning was particularly chilly for a day of October; he suspected the other Saints had troubles trying recreating his month. He huffed and watched people rushing to do their things and he felt bad - he had no place to go, no one to see. No job, no home. He was also bored; October was used to have fun and cause trouble, not sitting around doing nothing. So he did what he wanted to. Cause trouble. He mimicked a stretch and he unleashed his powers which resulted in a blizzard. It was funny for him to see how people reacted to it. They quickened their pace and groaned curses. Get used to it, he thought, I’m not in the mood to make it easier for you people. Nobody paid attention to him so he conjured a snowball in his hand and while he was at it he noticed a man standing near a newspaper booth. October grinned and threw the snowball in that man’s direction, aiming for his neck particularly. It was too warm and boring for him anyways.
The Saint noticed servantofwxrms
“Yes ma'am? How may I help?” Asked October – or as they called him here in Skyrim, Frostfall. He glanced at her face with a little smile.
“Visitors at this hour are… rare.” Even though Frostfall himself was a visitor there too. The Bannered Mare was quiet.
Times in Skyrim were trying; Althna seeked an small tavern in Whiterun after reuniting with her worried nephew, she stayed for an short while though; times were tedious —- she had felt an bit loss and without purpose without the Order of The Black Worm. Perhaps years have gone by since their fall by the Guildmaster of that era, she felt lost and dismayed.
She flicked her gaze to the man attending to her; she sat at the stool of the bar. There was little to no one here, perhaps most were asleep or out with their lives. She knew some drunks were most active at day; she attended at night in hopes less would come around her. Althna didn’t generally mind people, but big crowds made her uneasy. “Allot of bartenders say the same thing; I suppose it’s just an preferable hour for me, less busy sometimes.” She offered an slightest smile; though slightly blank in it’s own right.
“I’d like some Alto Wine for the evening,” she requested, placing some twelve Septims on the counter. “And an bed, it’s been an long travel.” She put another ten septims. She was glad she kept herself well off despite the harsh journey with bandits nowadays.
She leaned over the counter, scratching her scarred forehead. “I heard Whiterun was quite filled at The Bannered Mare most of the time.”
He examined her, as he examined most of the people here. Hulda was nice; she let him have a part-time job during the night when she got some sleep and trusted him enough to keep the inn running. At that hour when this unknown woman arrived, it usually was quiet and he could relax with books near the fire. He needed to act normal so he educated himself. Skyrim was a big place filled with strange people and he really did try to blend in. Finding the woman interesting, he said nothing first just took the money and served her a wine she asked for. He could sense she was different from the most but couldn’t say why. She made him feel a little uneasy. “The room upstairs is empty, you may have it”, he smiled faintly, “it is crowded during the evenings, yes. However, most of them at this hour go to sleep. Can’t say I’m blame them. Where are you hailing from if I may ask?”
The Saint noticed servantofwxrms
“Yes ma'am? How may I help?” Asked October – or as they called him here in Skyrim, Frostfall. He glanced at her face with a little smile.
“Visitors at this hour are… rare.” Even though Frostfall himself was a visitor there too. The Bannered Mare was quiet.
❛ i brought a ouija board! ❜
“Are you sure we should try this? Because I’m not…”
Halloween themed starters !
❛ was that someone knocking? its not time for trick or treaters yet. ❜
❛ how can you watch movies like this? ❜
❛ stop predicting what’s going to happen next! you’re taking all the fun out of it. ❜
❛ you have to get real candy. we can’t be known as the house that handed out licorice. ❜
❛ if you scare me one more time, you’re going to end up getting hit. ❜
❛ you call that a costume? ❜
❛ it smells like a pumpkin threw up in here. ❜
❛ i brought a ouija board! ❜
❛ i don’t mess with spirits. ❜
❛ you’re just being paranoid. ❜
❛ can you go in first? i hate being the lead for haunted houses. ❜
❛ do you save all your black clothes just for fall? ❜
❛ i hate halloween. ❜
❛ halloween parties are only good for two things: dressing in lingerie and getting really, really drunk. ❜
❛ did you really eat all the candy? that was for the trick or treaters. ❜
❛ i feel like we’re being watched. ❜
❛ are you sure this place is abandoned? ❜
❛ we really shouldn’t be here. ❜
❛ why is everyone in horror movies stupid? ❜
❛ do not go in there, you’re going to get murdered! ❜
❛ i’m no expert, but usually there’s signs saying ‘do not enter’ for a good reason. ❜
❛ i’m not scared. ❜
❛ can’t we just sit on the couch, cuddle, watch scary movies, and eat halloween candy until we puke? ❜
❛ aren’t you a bit old to be trick or treating? ❜
“Travelling space man”, October’s smile came easier now, “aah, I always lost you when you were in that blue box of yours. It’s good to know things turned out well for you. Perhaps there’s a happy ending for all of us.” His face said something else though. “Perhaps.”
Go on then, I’ll make the grab. In turn, XI relaxed somewhat. “I wouldn’t say ending per se, but who wants to think about such things, eh? I get the impression you’re working your way through some difficult territory yourself. I might not know your predicament, but I find generally there’s a way forward no matter how bleak.”
October smiled faintly, “who realises Time’s end? I don’t. I never sensed Time as other beings did, I bet you understand. At the moment I don’t have any idea where are we. I know it's Earth, but which year and where?” Cocking a brow, he looked around. “Care to tell?”
lovedlikewinter
“Love? Can I buy a… few pumpkins? I’m in the mood to carve.” October’s smiling face appeared in the open window. “Can you smell the end of summer on the wind?”
“I can feel in getting colder. Wouldn’t say I could smell it though.” She replied. She was only partly though her morning cup of coffee, but Erika didn’t mind seeing October. He was so rarely around in the first place. “Are they even selling pumpkins this early?”
“I can feel it in my bones, I can smell it. It’s almost my time.” The smile didn’t vanish though a hint of sadness could be noticed in his tone. October never would be his again. “In this time here on Earth I have no doubt they do! I probably should have a garden… have some pumpkins myself…”
Erika smiled quietly as she watched him grow excited. October was his time usually, but he had a month or so before it was actually here. “Probably at a farmer’s market, but we can look.” She could glean at the sadness as she stood, placing her cup on the counter. “Is that something you’d like to do? We could do it next year if you like.”
“I’m fine with buying a grown pumpkin this year”, he beamed, “and true, we could grow some pumpkins here next year.”
lovedlikewinter
“Love? Can I buy a… few pumpkins? I’m in the mood to carve.” October’s smiling face appeared in the open window. “Can you smell the end of summer on the wind?”
“I can feel in getting colder. Wouldn’t say I could smell it though.” She replied. She was only partly though her morning cup of coffee, but Erika didn’t mind seeing October. He was so rarely around in the first place. “Are they even selling pumpkins this early?”
"I can feel it in my bones, I can smell it. It's almost my time." The smile didn't vanish though a hint of sadness could be noticed in his tone. October never would be his again. "In this time here on Earth I have no doubt they do! I probably should have a garden... have some pumpkins myself..."
"Watch out!"(lovedlikewinter)
“What?” He stared at her quickly.
lovedlikewinter
"Love? Can I buy a... few pumpkins? I'm in the mood to carve." October's smiling face appeared in the open window. "Can you smell the end of summer on the wind?"
We are not going to survive this.
