#badwolfpetals

[missingaheart-blog]

"Did it ever occur to you that I might've moved on?"

"I know, I know…it’s not like you haven’t made it perfectly clear at this point," he replied bitterly. He  was leaned back against the walls of the Tardis, hands in his pockets as he looked away from her, his gaze determined.

"But I haven’t, and you need me, so I’m not giving up."

[thewanderinggod-archive]

outofplace;

Replies are done except for donna-nobis-pacem and badwolfpetals. I'm reallyreallyreally sorry, but my brain is looking at them and going NOPENOPENOPE. I'll try to make it cooperate later. In the mean time, the rest will be posting over the next couple of hours.

[missingaheart-blog]

"Do you think they’re looking for us?"

"Maybe," John whispered as he reached for his gun, stepping carefully through the entrance way of their flat. They had come home to find their front door forced open, hanging limply from a single hinge. They had been delayed coming home today -an unexpected case cropped up- so it was very likely that they should have been home during the break-in.

[missingaheart-blog]

Confess.

Send a “Confess” for how my muse feels about yours.

I’m losing you, and I’m scared.

Every day you’re drifting farther and farther away and I don’t know what to do. Nothing I say helps, and nothing hurts more than hearing your harsh words declare the same things that I try so hard not to believe. It’s not you, you don’t really mean it, I keep saying to myself but if there anyone I can’t hold my defenses against, it’s you my love.

Do you understand what you are doing to me? I was born with one heart and I gave it to you and nothing means more to me in the world than your laugh, your warmth, your acceptance. You made me and you can undo me. I’m being pulled apart layer by layer, all the lies I’ve told myself being peeled away to reveal something inside that’s so cold and vulnerable and nothing like the Doctor you deserve.

I’m so sorry I’m not good enough.

[missingaheart-blog]

Divergent Path || Badwolfpetals

The Doctor tried to focus on his work, sitting in his room at his desk, a handful of tools, equipment and the various electronics he was building for Torchwood's use. But his heart wasn't into it, wandering instead to the next room over where Rose was holed up doing who knows what.

He respected her wishes to be alone but he couldn't help but feel like Rose was avoiding him. They were drifting away from one another; dinners were becoming more quiet, nights passed uneventfully, and little more than words of work passing between them.

He couldn't do this anymore. Two years with her, two wonderful glorious years and he couldn't just stand by and watch it all fall apart. He thought that maybe she just needed some space, but it's been like this long enough that he knew that he should have done something sooner.

With the wedding coming up soon, he couldn't just let it sit.

Finally he left his workshop and made his way to Rose's door, knocking gently but firmly.

"Rose, can I talk to you about something?" 

[missingaheart-blog]

The Game of Choice || nooneunimportant + badwolfpetals + thenobleallie

Oh this was going to be so much fun. He had been so excited when he first thought of the game, simple in principle but there could be so many different results. He sat calmly with his back against the console, looking at the two victims he had crudely tied to the railings surrounding the controls: Rose Tyler and Allie Noble.

Beside him the Doctor was trapped in a small circular force field and the crazy metacrisis turned to him with a wild grin.

"Your lost love, or the daughter of your best friend? You get to leave my Tardis safely with one of them- or neither." He casually flipped off the safety of his gun, aiming down the sight at one then the other before . "And we start...now. 60...59..."

Post order: badwolfpetals, thenobleallie, nooneunimportant, brokencrisis

[mindeatenrose-blog]

+ badwolfpetals

"Want to tell me where you got that face from?" Rose stepped close to the other woman, running a knife down her cheek. Not enough to cut, though. 

[missingaheart-blog]

"What does the scent of peaches and cream remind you of?"

Send my muse a scent and see how they’ll react to it.

"Quaker’s Instant Oatmeal. Busy mornings when we didn’t have time to have a proper meal before work if we wanted any decent amount of sleep. You just add some hot water or milk to the stuff and you eat it like cereal, except it has bits of fruit in it and I like it a lot more than cereal.

She liked the Apples and Cinnamon flavour but I preferred Peaches and Cream. We always had a box of each sitting just next to the microwave.”