#starfarings

[yes7erdays-archive]

❛⠀ should i ask? ⠀ ❜ ⠀ clara asks from the door, half-tempted to walk away and pretend she never saw... whatever this is. now, she's no expert on tardis maintenance, but she is pretty sure there isn't supposed to be a gooey substance covering every inch of the console.

@starfarings ( starter call )

[doctorcrushers]

crusher to troi, @starfarings : prompt.

“ you can't tell will, he'll tell him ... he's not a mother, he wouldn't understand. ”

[susanforeman-a]

susan shakily raised a hand to her cheek, wiping away blood that had splattered across it. moments prior she'd been fine, but the further she got from the scene the more she felt her guilt start to suffocate her. that hardly made sense, of course, but, then again, emotions rarely did. by the time she got to a spot where the massacre was no longer visible in the distance, she was terribly aware of the tears close to spilling down her face and how everything she'd eaten in the past few days threatened to rise out of her stomach.

she paused. the wind whipped around the field, carrying the scents of the nearby forest. tall blades of grass tickled her legs. she removed her jacket and used it to wipe down her arms and face. she still looked to be in an absolute state, but at least it no longer looked so much like she had murdered someone. the coat was dropped in the grass as she continued making her way to the forest, where she'd left her vortex manipulator.

it wasn't her fault that those people had died. not directly, anyway. she didn't raise the swords against them. but they'd asked for her advice. they trusted her. her information was bad. their blood was on her hands, literally.

" don't touch that. " it wasn't said forcibly, more like somebody who had given up even on anger. there was still an edge to it, however, that indicated she would get angry if the man didn't stop reaching for the vortex manipulator that she had hanging on a tree's branch. her view of the man was obscured by the tree itself; all she saw was his arm. it didn't much matter who it was, though, since there was nobody who she'd be okay with touching the only time travel device she had.

@starfarings / starter call