#ourqueenofnightmares

[professor-of-predators]

✥ - QoN

Showing some Skin✥ - Popping a button on their shirt, showing their chest / a bit of cleavage

Every visit from the Queen required mental acrobatics, walls and double-think that Jane --no matter how much she practiced-- was not accustomed to. She could almost feel the woman in her mind; digging, probing, pulling out thoughts as they came. Jane had been practicing it for a while now, and yet she still hadn’t mastered keeping her thoughts to herself. Even now, as her ‘friend’ leaned forward, popping a button in her gold-trimmed blouse, Jane couldn’t help but think something of it. 

You’d think, with the power of dreams, she could make herself a shirt that fits. 

The Queen’s eyes flicked up to hers, and Jane felt a hot wave of shame. She banished the thought instantly, looking for something else to think. “Ah, Tea?” 

[professor-of-predators]

💗 -QoN

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His lips are cold at first, but not unpleasantly so. Just slightly chilled from the snow. But as he deepens the kiss the cold only grows, a burning, stinging cold that sucks away her breath. It spreads, chilling her lungs, and then her heart, and she can’t pull away. Each tug is met with a deeper ‘kiss,’ the ice traveling deeper and deeper inside of her. Now her stomach is frozen. Her legs. She can’t breathe, can’t even scream, as somewhere above her a light, airy laugh floats down. 

Jane bolted awake, skin shining with cold sweat and shivering in terror. Beside her a familiar figure made a questioning noise, but Jane set a trembling hand on his shoulder, murmuring “Just a dream.” quietly, until they both believed it. 

[professor-of-predators]

ø -QoN

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[txt: Her Majesty]: Do you always start those dreams with dark hallways?

[marchingthroughthetardis]

🎊 - Queen of Nightmares

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She was the life of the party. Dancing and singing and cheering with the rest of them, and smiling as brightly as he had ever seen her. He smiled back. 

“Having fun?” 

“So much!” The queen giggled, tipping ever so slightly as she came closer. “You should take me out like this more often.” 

“But then it wouldn’t be a special occasion.” He chided, reaching up to catch her almost instinctively. Poor girl; such a light weight in this form. 

“You’re no fun.” She pouted, though it didn’t last long. Another laugh had her smiling at she scattered shouts of a countdown. 

He smirked; she looked very sweet for an entity of darkness and evil. “Have you ever had a New Years kiss?”

“Hmm?” she was half turned, trying to hear the number that the counters were shouting. “A what?” 

He could hear them; already down to the last seconds of the year. No time to waste. He slipped one arm around her, pulling gently until she was nearly standing on him, the other turning her head just enough for him to close the rest of the distance and press his lips to hers. 

They were both covered in tinsel and confetti by the time they parted. The Doctor still hadn’t managed to dispell his grin either, though now there was a much rosier tint to it. “That.” 

[marchingthroughthetardis]

🔟 - QoN

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@ourqueenofnightmares

1. Foods: Citrus fruits, whipped cream, omelettes

2. Colors: Scarlet, gold, steel grey, sky blue

3. Scents: rose soap, blood

4. Plants: pitcher plants, roses, cacti

5. Animals: snakes, ravens, foxes

6. Times of day and of the year: Midnight, in the middle of autumn when the trees are bare. October. 

7. Places: cliffs, castle dungeons, penthouse suites

8. Drinks: Shots, tea with milk, water

9. Phrases and words: A stern and exasperated “No.” Bickering.

10. Emotions: nostalgia, apprehension, cautious affection

[marchingthroughthetardis]

five times for qon/doc

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He was reasonably sure that he was dreaming, the first time. After all, there was a lot of mist, and he didn’t seem to remember leaving  -or coming back to- the TARDIS. But seeing as she was mostly a dream herself, he decided it had still technically happened. 

The second time was less strange. He was definitely awake, for one. It didn’t last a moment -just long enough for her to try and put her hands in his hair- and then he was gone. The Smirk stayed though. 

The third one was an accident. A fluke of timing and humanity, once she had both. He had meant to kiss her hair. She had meant to make some sort of quip. She smiled. He blushed. 

 He could blearily recall dancing. Some kind of drink.  He could remember thinking she tasted like oranges, and her hair was almost-too-soft for this kind of existence. He remembered falling asleep. 

Everyone needed some quiet occasionally. Even alien not-heroes. Even Nightmares. There are times when one simply needs the company of someone who understands a bit. Someone that can pass a comforting touch back and forth for an hour or four. Someone who can be silenced with a swift and forceful application of kisses. And it doesn’t hurt that she’s quite warm and cuddleable. 

[marchingthroughthetardis]

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“You’re like what would happen if Maleficent suddenly took over Aurora’s body.”

[marchingthroughthetardis]

💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭💭 - QoN

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“Why are you so bloody tall!?”