#11thdr

[rivsong]

@11thdr asked, breaking and entering is considered frowned upon in most places, you know.

"And are you going to tell on me for it?" It's a teasing thing, her sing-song tone, a bit laissez-faire for the occasion ––  it is, after all, the Lourve. But what's the harm in a little B&E to set the mood? The lock clicks, unlatches, and with raised brows and a brightened expression, River steps through the front door of one of the world's most prestigious artistic institutions. "I'll warn you now, if you didn't like that, you're going to hate what happens next." She speaks with a sense of confidence, lifting her skirt ever so slightly to allow her a swifter gait. Without hesitation, she's already making her way further into the museum. "Keep up if you'd like to continue chastising me, darling! I'm a woman on the move."

[obsessing]

⤳   @11thdr​​​​,    𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳,   asked:     ‹ excellent work, rory! not only have you gotten us killed by zygons impersonating ms. hepburn's entourage, we're going to be murdered by your WIFE the second she finds out. class act, well done! ›

“ right ... right ––– ” he's nodding along a bit frantically, a bit too focused on the tardis' door which is now being battered against by a quite furious bunch of zygons (furious but ever so stylish as it so happens). the only thing that pulls his attention back to the doctor's words is the implication of impending doom, death by amelia. “ right! ” he secures his position, spinning around while keeping the brunt of his force on the doors so that they don't crash open with the brief reprieve of pressure. he leans now so that his back is against the door, knees bent, arms outspread behind him. “ twice dead, no, i, um –– i hear you clearly, doctor –– ” neck cranes so he can spy out the window. frosted glass. he can practically feel the ship's offense as he rolls his eyes at the impracticality. “ but could you –– please hurry up and press the get away button now ––  !!!! ”

[esthertam]

i spread like strawberries.

  ❝  And that's quick, is it?  ❞       Admittedly she didn't know a thing about strawberries & their growth habits; though context might allude that speed was rather rapid and insidious.  ❝ Seems rather like a bad thing when you put it like that... oh!  ❞     Brows furrow, just for a moment, ever so slightly, and in another instant she's leaning over the front desk, fingers picking nimbly at a small ziplock stashed just behind her pen cup ( a sweet treat for the midday, tucked delicately away so as not to arouse suspicion of passing students ) ––  ❝  Brainfood, Doctor?  ❞     In the baggie is small assortment of graham crackers.  ❝  I'm afraid your analogy's gotten me a bit peckish, but I'm listening. You're spread plague-like across the school in a lick. Is that what you mean?  ––  I'm afraid I've already asked all the faculty, they look at me like I've lost my mind. ❞ 

[pxiye]

––   @11thdr ✧ * :      i’m not really anything like a person.

                Rapidity to her movement,  she floats  (hums,  rather)  just inches away from the non-person’s nose.  If not a human,  then a what?  a Who in the greatest sense;  a thing,  a folk,  a stranger  –––  unknown.  Small fingers work to pull at his nostril,  now,  inspecting,  expecting in part to find it to be some sort of illusion.  Nothing,  of course.  She flits around to his ear,  pulling on the lobe before peering in the canal:   only darkness,  just the same as anyone else she’s come across.  No funny little light or a smaller man inside,  working a machine hobbled together.  No complex system of pulleys and wheels.  Just a person.  A non-person.  Who seemed to understand her   ––   rather!  Speak to her most perfectly in her own language.  Not even Peter could do that  (though she understood him,  and he her,  quite well enough,  let the record show!).

              Finding herself back in front of him,  she floats on the same level as his gaze,  a concentrated expression of investigation plastered along her features.  “A lemur?”   It’s the best guess she could offer.  Not furry enough to be a bear.  A shaved cat would be walking on all fours  . . .      a lemur seemed fine enough of an option.  A shaved lemur,  at that,  and grown rather tall.  Though on the nature of size,  who was she to judge?  Everyone was quite big to her.

                ❝  ⁺˚｡✧⋆⁺˚｡　⋇⋆⁺˚!   [  tell  me  please!  ] ❞  Her voice,  ringing out with the sound of bells and whistles,  holds a demanding tone.  As authoritative as she could possibly pull off.    ❝  ⋆⁺˚｡． *✧⋇  ゜゜  ✦ *゜✧ *✧ *     [  you’ll  have  to  tell  me  now,    creature!  ]  ❞

[screwthat-arc]

@11thdr​     asked,      ❝   god knows how you dragged us both into the darkness that grows.  ❞

             It’s a smile edged by painful awareness  ––  THE   𝕀ℕ𝔼𝕍𝕀𝕋𝔸𝔹𝕀𝕃𝕀𝕋𝕐   OF   𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽𝙼𝙴𝙽𝚃.  Either his trust of her good-heartedness, or her faith in him; couldn’t be sure which.  She’d been led down the road before; believing in something, someone, the sanctity and wonder of a construct.  She felt like such a complete idiot right now.  [   𝖧𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝗈𝖿 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾.  ]   Growing darkness;  it wasn’t lost on her, nor a secret, that she’d been sinking a long while, regardless of how often she fought to dig herself out.

              It was not soil, not rock which covered her, but a viscous tar which made it impossible to grasp at the edges. She couldn’t pull herself back up if she tried.  As she stared on towards him, a pang of hurt ringing throughout herself, she could feel her own lack of control as she spoke  ––  throwing words out like knives, which was oft her inclination. Make it hurt, and make them leave.  ❝ I really –– thought you’d get it. ❞   The words sting, each one, and she finds herself forced to avert her gaze, an overwhelming sensation of dread taking hold in the base of her stomach. 

              She turns, walking towards the exit, placing a palm against the blue wood of the door.      ❝ Let me out. ❞        She doesn’t look at him as she asks.  ❝ Okay? Put us –– bring us down, and let me out.  Doctor,  let me out. ❞

[starshown]

@11thdr​​  asked :  CLARAAAAAA

                 smirk  tugs  at  bowed  lips ,  dimpling  her  cheek .  she  whirls  around  with  practiced  ease ,  eyes  reflecting  the  dancing  lights  of  the  console.   ❛❛   i  know ,  i  know .  ❜❜ her  hands  flourish  in  the  air   ❛❛   i’m  bloomin’  brilliant .  ❜❜  she  rocks  forward  onto  her  toes  ,  then  back  to  her  heels .  once ,  twice ,  three  times  -  before :  ❛❛   now  can  we  press the  button  and  go  somewhere ? ❜❜

[starshown]

                            @11thdr​  said :  '  you  look  beautiful .  you  are  beautiful .  '

           ❛❛  WHY ,  THANK YOU , DOCTOR !  ❜❜   truthfully ,  she’s  not  paying  enough  attention  to  his  expression  as  she  typically  does .  she’s  gotten  quite  good  at  reading  him ,  but  the  tedious  hairstyle  and  the  fight  with  the  tardis  over  a  non -  hideous  dress  selection  has  made  tonight  a  bit  of  a  battle .  clara’s  distracted,  and  has  settled  for  a  yellow  gown .  ❛❛ do  i  look  like  a  canary ?  the  tardis  wouldn’t  let  me  have  anything  that  wasn’t   bright  pink  or  yellow ,  and  i  look  a  bit  rubbish  in  yellow .  ❜❜   she  waltzes  to  the  seat  in  the  console  room ,  fiddling  with  an  antique  buckle  with  silver  accents  at   her  ankle .  she  pops  open  a  compact  mirror    to   fiddle  with  her  lipstick ,  and  it  is   THEN ,  in  the  reflection  of  the  mirror  that  she  sees  him . ❛❛  oi , you . ❜❜ 

       one  shoe  on ,  the  other  discarded ,  she  hobbles  toward  him .  ❛❛  you’re  doing  that  thing  again .  looking  at  me  like  i’ll  just  blow  away  like  smoke .   ❜❜   it  turns  her  stomach  to  think  about.   TO  YOU ,  I  AM  A  GHOST .    her  fingers  prod  at  the  sides  of  his  mouth ,  forcing  a  smile  when  she  feels a  grief  she  cannot  name  settle  somewhere  deep   in  her  chest ,  too .   ❛❛  you  can’t  do  that . what  you  can  do ,  is  take  me  dancing .  that’s  what  we  agreed .   ❜❜   with  a  bit  of  a  wobble , she  presses  her  hands  to  her  shoulders  to  steady  herself  and  lays  a  lipstick - laden  kiss  to  his  cheek .   ❛❛  now  come  along ,  then .  let’s  cut  a  rug ,  or  i’ll  start  to  doubt  that  you  have  the  dance  moves  you  keep  bragging  about. ❜❜

[starshown]

                     AS   USUAL ,  SHE  BEGINS  BABBLING  JUST  AS  SOON  as  she  steps  foot  in  the  tardis .  ❛❛  in case  you  were  curious - -  harrods  doesn’t  have  a  section  for  ‘  what - to - get - your -  alien -  best  -  friend -  who  -  has  -  access -  too  everything .  ❜❜  wrapped  parcels  overflow  in  her  arms ,  teetering  vicariously .  a   small  package  falls  from  the  top  of  the  stack ,  and  clara  pushes  it  inside  with  her  ankle ,  struggling  to  maintain  balance  before  the  entire  pile  collapses  onto  the  tardis  floor .  a  crash  from  one  of  the  boxes  makes  her  wince . 

               ❛❛  and  believe  me ,  i  BLOODY  looked . ❜❜  she  huffs ,  looking  at  the  pile  of  gifts  at  her  feet.  she  leaves  them  where  they  are ,  apart  from  a thin ,  wrapped  gift  which  she  tucks  under  her  arm  with  great  care .  she  leans  against  the  console ,  which  has  miraculously  maintained  the  tinsel  and  flickering  lights  she  adorned  it  with  a  few  days  later  (  kind  of  her ) . 

           ❛❛  so ,  i  tried . . . . i  reckon  we’ll  open  them  all ,  and  the  ones  you  don’t  like - -  well ,  you  can  pop  me  back  to  the  shop  so  i  can  return  them . ❜❜   her  eyes  fall  to  the  package  in  her  arm ,  smiling  wistfully , almost  nervously ,  and  then -  ❛❛  EXCEPT  THIS  ONE .  ❜❜ 

@11thdr​