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       maureen practically comes sprinting into the hub, penny’s worried call sending spikes of anxiety through her. she’s well attuned to every note of her childrens’ voices, and whatever this is, it has penny SCARED. she arrives in what feels like record time. what she sees is both better and infinitely more confusing than she’s expecting. 

       judy is standing in front of her younger siblings, an arm out in front of each of them protectively. sprawled on the ground in front of them is an unfamiliar woman dressed in strange, dated clothing. maureen crosses in front of judy and gives her a silent look, nodding towards the door and mouthing, “my room.” she can see the hesitation in her eldest’s eyes. ever the protector, judy is, but what maureen says goes. will and penny are ushered out of the room, leaving maureen alone with the stranger.

       she crossed her arms and leans against the table in the center of the hub. the POLITE thing would be to help the woman up. maureen does not do the polite thing. not until she gets some answers. ❝ who are you and what the hell are you doing on MY FAMILY’S jupiter ? ❞

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JO !!!! JO MY BELOVED ,, ur literally the coolest ! i absolutely love seeing you on my dash talking about margo & her relationships in fam & honestly, your passion is SO contagious. you’re also so mfin funny, dude, but i think its bc we share literally half of a brain cell but also a vibe for us ! ilyvm <333 

[flyingupward]

       ❝ i’m not going home unless YOU come with me, and do you really want a sleep deprived commander showing up for TRAINING tomorrow ? ❞

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       ❝ if YOU won’t do something stupid, i will ! ❞

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       maureen’s perched on margo’s desk flipping through some papers when the other woman walks in. her feet are swinging slightly as she skims the work, head tilting slightly as she tries to follow one students particularly convoluted logic. ❝ you’ve got some BRIGHT YOUNG WOMEN in here, i see, ❞ the redhead hums, a small smirk on her face as she finally meets margo’s gaze. ❝ none as smart as me though. ❞

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       it’s STRANGE, maureen thinks, being back here, a place where she simultaneously has such good and bad memories, where she watched her dreams come true and her life come apart at the seams. she feels like it should be different, somehow, and she almost finds it offensive how similar it is. she’s staring at grant’s name on the wall, the small plaque there to honor him and the “SACRIFICE” he’d made. fingertips trace each letter of his name, ‘grant kelly’, though she quickly pulls away at the sound of footsteps.

       ❝ MARGO... ❞ the one thing in this place she’s genuinely glad to see. she moves forward and wraps her arms around the other woman, letting out a breath. ❝ it’s good to see you. it’s... weird being back here, but this is worth it. ❞

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[ledieusolitaire]

.ೃ࿐   𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶  !   : ̗̀➛     @shedirectr   .   .   .    “  i never see you cry.  ” *   RE    —   ANCIENT  DREAMS  IN  A  MODERN  LAND  WRITING  PROMPTS   .   .   .    [   𝙰𝙲𝙲𝙴𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶.   ]

𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝙼𝙰𝙽   𝚆𝙷𝙾   𝚁𝙴𝙶𝚁𝙴𝚃𝚂.   He   regrets   ,   he   grieves   ,   and   oh   ,   you   better   believe   that   he   cries.   He   cries   with   the   weight   of   the   world   on   his   shoulders   ,   heaving   and   huffing   in   an   attempt   to   hold   it   upright   with   vision   blurred.   There   was   always   going   to   be   a   hint   of   tragedy   behind   the   man’s   stare   ,   especially   in   moments   such   as   these   —   moments   ,   in   front   of   other   people   ,   where   he   felt   the   need   to   wear   a   handcrafted   mask   that   poorly   disguised   the   truth.   He   couldn’t   cry   in   front   of   others   ,   not   when   they   were   relying   on   him.   He   was   the   Doctor.   He   fixed   things   ,   and   people   ;   saved   planets   ,   and   species.   He   mourned   when   he   could   afford   to   ,   which   was   ,   more   often   than   not   ,   𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈   𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽   𝙷𝙴   𝚆𝙰𝚂   𝙰𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙴.   And   ,   oh   ,   he   was   so   alone.   “   Who   ,   me   ?   Well   .   .   .   you   know   ,   I’m   alright.   I’M   ALWAYS   ALRIGHT  !   ”   he   says   ,   with   just   enough   conviction   that   maybe   he   could   convince   himself   of   such   a   bold   -   faced   lie.   Much   to   his   dismay   ,   troubled   and   ancient   eyes   gave   him   away.   The   Time   Lord   shifts   his   weight   from   one   foot   to   another   ,   hands   disappearing   into   the   pockets   of   his   trousers   [   𝙰   𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙸𝚃   𝙷𝙴   𝚆𝙰𝚂𝙽’𝚃   𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙴   𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽   𝙷𝙴’𝙳   𝙳𝙴𝚅𝙴𝙻𝙾𝙿𝙴𝙳   ]   ,   and   suddenly   ,   he’s   a   bit   more   interested   in   casting   his   gaze   on   to   the   floor   ,   just   to   see   what   was   there.   “   I   should   .   .   .   probably   get   going   anyway   ,   it’s   about   that   time.   Off   to   the   next   ,   don’t   want   to   stay   in   one   place   for   too   long   —   not   really   .   .   .   my   thing.   ”   he   rambles   ,   and   he   rambles   ,   never   saying   much   of   anything   ,   yet   forcing   a   gentle   laugh   in   what   was   a   rather   poor   attempt   at   changing   the   subject.

[nequeos]

#   𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑹  ; MARGO MADISON.

EVENTUALLY, GUILT DOES SETTLE IN HER ! she was proven to be 𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 to someone’s mourning. what can she do, though ? clara finds herself curious, though, with a question practically at the tip of her tongue — she may claim to apologize, but when asked if she remembered, it seemed to be said so surely ! as if she was that person that margo madison had so desperately been looking for !

clara remains where she stands, her gaze fixed on the other. she keeps her stance, arms crossed over her chest as if she was protecting herself from something. if she told her to forget . . . she cannot forget how hurt she sounded when asking about memories. if she told her to forget . . . why can’t she look at her ?

“    if you don’t mind me asking , who are you looking for ? what happened to her ?    ”