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“Why, yes, I have killed a lot of people! You might have to be exactly who specific I killed and if it was in this face or one of my many others. That’s the thing about being a Time Lord. There is always so many faces.”
( @simcl - elenore white )
‘ that depends. are you asking for a professional standpoint or a personal one? ‘ maura was used to giving her opinion, especially when it came to science. but this . . . it seemed more hypothetical than anything. what was the harm in indulging the woman? ‘ do i think there could be life beyond just us in the universe? possibly. i think new things are discovered every day. why exactly are you asking? ‘ did she know something maura didn’t?
@simcl ♡ ‘d this post.
𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓, keys abandoned the moment that the door clicks shut. Yearning has been replaced by hunger ever since Elizabeth died, leniency and warmth gone ―― and all that is left is his hand keeping her silhouette steady against him, mouth searching for ABSOLUTION against her lips. Fingertips slide underneath the hem of a skirt, patience a foreign concept when he pushes aside the fabric of underwear and slides fingers between her lips. It’s not even foreplay, feels more like desperate CONDITIONING; she can simply look at him from across the street and he feels himself straining against his jeans, painfully, but the pain’s a welcome distraction. The starving kiss doesn’t even break when he redirects his focus to his own pants, fumbling briefly with buttons ―― and pulling jeans downward only enough to expose himself. There’s a fire underneath his skin, underneath their skin; and all he can do to suffocate it is to FEEL her.
“ Come here, ” it’s a dry command, with his figure leaning against an unused desk. H e pulls her closer by her waist, low groan escaping his throat when he wraps his hand around his own cock and pushes inside her. There’s a lifeless copy of HOME in the way she meets him half-way, one hand pressed against the small of her back and the other coming up to wrap around her throat, just lightly so, when he thrusts upward. “ Tell me about the way he fucked you. ”
@simcl gets sum rebound sex for reasons.
@simcl asked for a starter !
A DRY LAUGH RIPPLED PAST CHAPPED LIPS. “You’re a smart one,” the woman mused, quenching her thirst with a dredge of beer. Will savored the taste as it ran down her throat. God, she’d love to get shit faced right now, but she would never allow herself to lose control like that.
“Not a lot of people know what I used to do. What I still do on occasion.” Bony shoulder shrugged as she looked at the other. “But I suppose Soulless Mary was an appropriate name. I never bothered to correct anyone, though. I was more impressed they knew that I was a woman.”
› 𝙸.𝙳. : 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙸𝙴_𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁 // @simcl ╰┄・❝ 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙸’𝚖 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚎. ❞
Delight burns through his veins as he glances over his shoulder, his attention in the act of drawing immediately lost at the voice of Charlie. ( His sunlight! His moonlight! ) He tilts his head, fiddles with his pencil crayon, before a series of giggles leave him when he fully registers her words. Charlie Morningstar?... Cute?...... Yes! She is, she is, she is! ( As her name stands with a C, C does also stand for cute, cutie, cutiepie, etcetera, etcetera... It makes so much sense! ) He’s unsure why out of all time and space, she needs a reminder now, though if it makes her happy... ❝ Sure! ❞ He places his pencil crayon on the table and takes her hand, leads her to take a seat beside him. Scarred lips bearing the best silly smile, tenderly, he holds her cheeks. For a moment, he observes Charlie’s face to appreciate her more closely, admires how gentle the lights held in her own eyes are and the passion in him from her softest expressions reaches to his heart. His heart pace fastens and he presses a kiss on her nose. ❝ You- ❞ Squish. ❝ Are- ❞ Squish. ❝ thE CUTEST! ❞ He giggles after he gives her cheeks a final squish, his smile becoming a smirk, childlike pride apparent bright and clear. ❝ Bet you didn’t expect - didn’t expect THAT, huh!? ❞ he squeaks, his tongue peeking out a bit, while his love for Charlie only grows so much more.
@simcl;; ellie
“I hope that look doesn’t mean you’re regretting coming out here with us. Not that I’d blame you, exactly...”
𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃; Peter does not remember, the way she had been there since the advent of the trials, always behind the scenes but her handwriting on the CHALKBOARD, amidst Bell’s and Walter’s. But Kathryn does, remembers her picking her up when Walter refused to go home and Elizabeth couldn’t manage to pick them up herself. Now she leans against her desk with Kat unwilling to even take a seat. Away from Fred and Tom, she’s able to talk OPENLY ―― but it doesn’t make it easier. “ Yes, I knew what he was doing in Baghdad. ” An admission that shouldn’t cut the way it does. Badge around her waist and gun inside the holster; she’s busy. The recent Pattern-related events have given no time to BREATHE ―― every moment that is not spent out on the field, she spends with Broyles and Sharp. The lab, she stays clear of, too unsettling the knowledge that no other Bishop knows the amount of TIME she spent with the family, all those years, all those godforsaken memories. Even during Elizabeth’s funeral, she knew better than to leave the shadows. But to recognise the way Kat looks at her ―― nothing could hurt MORE. “ But I never let anything get close to him, Kat. I raised him ―― like I raised you. ”
@simcl.
the vodka incident aka some crack so fight off headaches, ft. @stfreds & @simcl!
