#long-song

[yes7erdays]

blue doors shut behind her, the sound barely audible beneath her weary sigh. it had been a long day — so long that clara doesn't even bother following him into the console, instead letting herself fall back against the doors, thinking she might stay here forever. add a little padding, a fuzzy blanket, maybe one of those microwave machines he showed her last month, and she's set. no need for her to ever move again.

funny thing was... there had been no danger. for all of their recent misfortune ( yes, she's still a little miffed that their beach day got ruined by a surprise government coup, thank you very much! what's the use of a time machine... ) a day where nothing went wrong was surprisingly more tiring than yelling at government officials. they walked. explored the historical city-center. ate some overpriced street-food. visited a few museums. got chased out of a nature exhibit because the doctor touched one of the exhibits. and had some more overpriced street-food, an ice-cream sort of treat that left her hands stained pink and blue.

❛⠀ i can't look. are my feet still attached to my legs?⠀ ❜⠀ she asks as she slowly slides down the door, her back pressing against it until she’s seated on the cold floor, brown eyes half-lidded and soft.

starter call. I @long-song

[b4didea]

❛ i think everyone has always wanted to fly . ❜ / for clara!

a  smile  upon  soft  features  ,  eyes  lighting  up  alike  the  stars  in  the  vast  night  sky.  alike  the  ones  she  was  watching  right  now  ,  light  in  the  unknown  never-ending  darkness.  and  then  she  looks  at  him  ,  @long-song  ,  "  yeah  .  .  .  yeah  ,  i  mean  .  .  .  "  almost  breathless  ,  always  breathless  at  the  sight  of  the  universe.  freedom  ,  that  was  it.  that's  why.

"  -i  mean  ,  flying  gives  a  person  a  sense  of  freedom.  a  weightlessness.  "  a  pause  as  eyes  travel  outward  ,  outside  of  this  seemingly  minuscule  police  box  that  held  far  more  than  a  human  could  comprehend.  but  giving  someone  that  chance  ,  it's  amazing  ,  beautiful  ,  terrifying  ,  &  freeing.

"  one  human  life  is  shrunk  down  to  such  meaningless  things  like  sleeping  &  working  ,  and  -  and  this  routine  ,  day  after  day.  it's-  .  .  .  "  a  sigh  ,  releasing  a  breath  she  didn't  know  she  was  holding.  "  -it's  suffocating.  "  a  hand  motioning  outward  ,  "  but  this-  .  .  .  this  makes  it  all  worth  it.  "

[regiinae]

@long-song continued from here

she couldn't help but laugh at the misfortune of the doctor in a moment like this . regina found herself enthralled in the sheer silliness of the doctor and his antics . it was a strange life that she was now living . back and forth from the TARDIS and all the adventures in time and space , then back to college where she was finishing off history classes and noticing when things were wrong because the doctor had taken her to that exact spot . she lovingly referred to it as learning on the job which usually got a resounding sigh from the doctor . " but doctor don't you enjoy my quick wit and personality ? " a bend at the knee and a hand on her heart to only mess around with him further . running to the center console , looking at the doctor from across it , she thought about it for a minute , a finger to her chin , eyes looking up at the never ending roof of the TARDIS . " something ancient . . . like you !! " of course she would take the opportunity to toss another one at the man in a bowtie .

[allthatwas-moved]

(sc).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎being in the tardis again felt nearly wrong,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but nearly right at the same time‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(she can't put her finger on which one was more poignant,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎which one was irking her more–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎was it worse off ot be happy to see him again,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎or worse off to be upset?).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the colors were slightly different,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but uncannily close to how it was before:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she hadn't even known the machine could change––‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it makes sense when she thinks about it,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎brown eyes moving lazily across every new corner‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(but she's had over two hundred years to think about it,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it never once crossed her mind).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it leaves her questioning,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎however,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎what more did @long-song never mention?‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎what more is she's meant to figure out on her own through accidents in time?

"i like amy."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she speaks with a slight discomfort in her tone,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎spitting out into the silence that lay beyond the flipping of switches‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎pressing of buttons.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"she's nice.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her husband too."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hands stuff in her pockets‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she notices she's looking at his hairline,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the corner of his jaw,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎anywhere but his eyes.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"feels like i stepped into some kinda' buddy sitcom...‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎from the two-thousand-tens or somethin'."‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she spits out an uncomfortable laugh,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎turning her gaze then down to her shoe,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎pressing a bit too hard into the floor of the tardis to try‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎feel grounded‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎it almost feels like the machine is pressing back,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎holding her hand as best she can,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ to get her through the discomfort,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎the guilt she feels:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎how terrible is it to be seen again).‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎"its good."

[carbondated]

 ❝ ——You know I can't divulge something like that Doctor. Your rules, remember? ❞ That tell-tale smirk, a flash of mischief in those blue-green eyes, her famous catchphrase was only a second away. ❝ Oh, that's right, that hasn't happened for you yet either. Spoilers! ❞

@long-song / accepting.

[redsfur]

@long-song ... sc ,

“ hell   is   just   a   word   …   reality   is   much   worse. ”

[churchfoundlinga]

“  you’re being awfully quiet.  ”

@long-song / inbox clearout.

❛ i'm covered in gross goo! ❜ her reply comes out almost instantly once the doctor speaks, hands shaking in an attempt to get whatever this stuff is off. it's not working and she can feel it going down her back. ❛ when can we get back to the TARDIS so i can get this off? now, please? ❜

[maydette]

gangs rolled in and out of phantom with ease (they drifted in on winds that cooled the heat - burn of annabelle's flesh, then left when the whiskey was dry and the citizens' pockets were empty). now, she wasn't speaking bad about all outlaws. some of 'em were downright charming. but there was a certain type who happened to swagger in like they owned the damn place : it made sally's hair stand on edge, so it naturally upset the rest of the girls, too. billy crooper and his men were the same such type that really grinded annabelle's gears (right now, they were lounging in the corner, playing cards real loud, like they wanted everyone to see 'em-- most of the place had cleared out when they stumbled in, though). they were the type of guys who looked like hell and smelled like death. even idiots who hadn't heard of 'em before knew when to run.

she doesn't see what happens over her shoulder. stupid mistake, turning her back on a pack of wolves. there's shuffling, the sound of a chair hitting the ground, the click of a gun slotting itself into place. in a flash, sally's over the bar and dealing with something, and annabelle's eyes are drifting towards the new man that's entered (dressed real fancy like, though his hat definitely looked too clean for him to be a real threat-- the familiarity of his face strikes her too late). didn't seem to matter to billy that the guy looked like a kicked puppy, though, considering he had his pistol pressed against the man's head. ' woah! ' annabelle laughed, merry from fear. she closed the gap between her and the two men, laying her hand on the doctor's elbow. ' we're all friends here, billy. why you gotta be making such a big scene for? ' billy's teeth clenched, eloquence in every word : fuck off, belle, this is between us. @long-song