#haerkness

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              𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒  ,    often   more   than   he   does  ,     and   though   he’d   much   rather   be   anywhere   else   than   stuck   waiting   for   the   tardis   to   take   a   DEEP   BREATH  ,     he   doesn’t   have   much   of   a   choice .     SO   HE   THINKS  ;     WHY   NOT   ENJOY   THE   DOWN   TIME  ?      find   something   to   do  ,     anything  ,     menial   or   otherwise .      𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌   𝐓𝐇𝐄   𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐄   𝐇𝐄   𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 .    down   towards   the   door  ,    which   then   is   gracefully   flung   open .     

             of   course  ,     he   only   gets   one   foot   across   the   threshold   before   he’s   greeted   by   an   unfamiliar   face  ,      ONE   HE   DOES   NOT   KNOW  ,     DOES   NOT   RECOGNISE  ,      but   also   one   that   seemed   observant   enough   to   have   noticed   their   landing   firstly .       𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒   𝐍𝐎𝐓   𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘   𝐖𝐇𝐎   𝐂𝐀𝐍   𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑   𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒   𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓   𝐖𝐀𝐘 .    at   first   he   only   blinks   in   surprise  ,     blue   eyes   roam   the   one   before   them   from   head   to   toe  ,    and   then   he   slides   out   from   the   box   so   the   door   might   close   behind   him .      ❝     you   must   have   quite   the   keen   eye  .       ❞     @haerkness​

[stardustghost-a]

closed starter:  @haerkness​

*  PERHAPS  IT’S  A  TERRIBLE  IDEA,    and  perhaps  she’s  lying  to  herself  in  adding  a  perhaps.    her  time  here  means  the  world,    pouring  over  findings  like  a  waterfall:   for  once  her  mask  slipping  enough  for  excitement  to  make  her  look  her  apparent  age.   she’s  eager  to  prove  herself    -    this  is  the  closest  she’s  ever  come  to  feeling  at  home  in  her  usually  shockingly  tight  skin,    for  the  first  time  she  truly,   desperately,   wants  to  belong.    so  she  stays  late  even  when  she  doesn’t  have  to,    sat  on  her  desk,   legs  crossed  and  files  surrounding  her,    eager  to  take  in  knowledge  that  always  tastes  familiar  in  the  back  of  her  mind.    ❝  there’s  fresh  coffee  in  the  maker.  ❞   she  doesn’t  move  from  her  spot  when  she  hears  the  door  open,    well  aware  it  could  only  be  one  person.   ❝  fresh-ish.   mostly  fresh.   kinda  fresh.   it  technically  was  brewed  yesterday  but  it’s  only  barely  today.  ❞   and  just  maybe,    from  the  speed  she  talks,   she  has  had  one  too  many  mugs  of  it.

[servingliesarch]

@haerkness​   ♡   starter call.

     ❝  I have to say, the security hasn’t improved since the last time I’ve been here,  ❞  he said, voice coming from behind Jack without a prior notice. Truth was, it was hardly a standard by which the security should be judged in the first place, given the caliber of places he had broken into during his immortal life. Merlin didn’t think they had the technology to keep him out if they tried anyway, which obviously made it quite easy for him to just pop in without a warning. He was leaning against the nearest table, watching Jack from beneath the fan of dark lashes with arms crossed on his chest. He looked a bit different from the last time they’d seen each other  —  mainly, the beard was gone and the new amount of freckles on his face suggested he was somewhere sunny.  ❝  I was in the neighbourhood, you see —  ❞  he remarked, dark brow arching,  ❝  — when I got a sudden sense you were doing something stupid. So, I decided to pay you a visit and see for myself.  ❞

[stormlit]

@haerkness​

        ❝ i told you i wasn’t armed. i could just about pick a lock with my hair grips, that’s it. if i knew how to pick a lock. ❞ she doesn’t; mostly someone’s got bolt cutters, if they need to get into a restricted area. or she’s got the keys. still, tamar stands patiently while he does his scan ( x-ray? check? whatever it is he’s doing to satisfy himself that she’s not gonna kill him, or whatever ), and even offers a smile.  ❝ i’m not a fighter, alright? ❞ she can fight. she has killed --- horrific creatures, not people. but that’s not what tamar’s here for. 

[stardustghost-a]

@haerkness​ said: “my mind is a dark place. you don’t want to be there.”

hurt meme | accepting

* THAT’S  SOMETHING  SHE  CAN  RELATE  TO,   far  more  than  she  would  ever  be  comfortable  voicing.   still  it’s  a  slow  process,   simply  watching  him  for  a  heartbeat,   then  two.    loss  is  never  easy:   it’s  something  every  version  of  her  in  every  universe  knows.    she  knows  grief  too  well,   has  it  carved  into  the  very  core  of  who  she  is,   who  she  was,    who  she  always  will  be.   there’s  no  escaping  certain  things,   no  pretending  that  forcing  a  smile  will  magically  cure  painful  woes.   ❝  you’re  right.   I  don’t.   I’d  probably  not  last  a  day  with  all  you  have  in  there.   even  I’m  not  made  of  enough  ice  for  that.  ❞    the  words  are  unlikely  to  be  helpful,    but  each  sound  is  drowned  in  empathy  not  pity,    complete  and  utter  honesty  as  fred  fiddles  with  the  watch  in  her  pocket.    the  cold  metal  is  soothing  regardless  of  how  heavy  it  feels.    ❝  but  I  don’t  want  you  to  be  alone  in  there  either,    boss.    looking  into  darkness  too  long  always  allows  it  the  opportunity  to  get  its  claws  in  you.  ❞    so  instead  she  shrugs,   finding  something  to  lean  against,   arms  half  buried  in  overly  deep  pockets  of  her  oversized  jacket.    ❝  you’ve  been  around  a  long  time,    right?   so  I  gotta  ask:   have  you  ever  seen  a  baby  pigeon?   or  are  all  pigeons  babies  and  there’s  a  city  of  giant,   man  eating  birds  somewhere  out  there?  ❞

[stardustghost-a]

JACK: Attention everyone! Since there are children here *gestures to Fred* I have banned all swearing

FRED: Heck

JACK: What the fuck did I just say?

JACK: Shit

[stormlit]

@haerkness​

        she doesn’t know how long she’s been on the ground, battling time sickness. amari’s been travelling for years, and is long past this---but those trips haven’t had someone grabbing her ankle at the last second, hasn’t had them spinning her through the vortex, hasn’t had them trying to kill her. it didn’t work, clearly --- and the travel killed him, a corpse spat out by the vortex as she landed with a burst of artron energy; he wasn’t holding onto her manipulator, and given that he was trying to kill her, amari refuses to feel bad --- but she’s been spun off course, entirely. she’s about a thousand years earlier than she wanted to be, and...where the fuck is cardiff, earth?

        movement; her manipulator vibrates to warn her, a steady, insistent buzz on her wrist, and amari pulls herself off the damp concrete, fighting the nausea. hopefully it’s just a local. hopefully they’ll just walk on by. but the figure she can now see is walking with purpose, so she guesses not. fucking great. amari rests her hand on her blaster, just in case. 

[stardustghost-a]

JACK ( @haerkness ) AND FRED, DESPITE BOTH BEING GENIUSES,  SADLY ONLY SHARE ONE BRAIN CELL.

insp. drake and josh