#streetofmuses

[spellsandpixiedust]

Open to anyone

Looking for: someone he bumps into at the graveyard; someone with connections to the deceased; a ghost??; someone who ain’t happy he’s quitting his dark magic ways; someone who wants to make him pay for his misdeeds; anything goes

He brought her flowers. Flowers she’ll never see nor smell. Flowers he didn’t even know she’d like. Or if she had liked flowers at all. He put them on her grave, actively not looking at the tombstone; the name, the too young age that she died.

It was the first time Liam had come here. To say sorry. To beg for forgiveness. Because his reckless misuse of blood magic had caused her death. She had been just a passer-by. The wrong place. The wrong time.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m clean now, ye see? No one will ever die because of me ever again.”

[capaciityforpain]

@streetofmuses​ said: Zendaya almost collides with the Doctor as she pulls the door of his ship. “Oh, sorry.” She mumbles . “I was just looking for my father, are you one of his companions?”

The Doctor, despite the fact that his ship takes the form of a police box, never quite expects to open the door to someone, and he expects it less to have the handle pulled out from under him by someone else. His eyes widen, then narrow, and for a moment he doesn’t speak. 

“His...? Who is your father?”

(It isn’t his fault that he doesn’t recognize the woman before him. He hasn’t seen her in centuries.)

[spellsandpixiedust]

@streetofmuses​ liked for a starter

Rich people played with rich people toys; toys that were incredibly gaudy, expensive, rare and sometimes, only sometimes extremely dangerous... and, well, alien. Literally. If the latter was the case someone had to break into said rich person’s home and extract their ‘toy’ before something bad happened.

And that was where Liam came into play: former petty criminal and a mage for hire with a penchant for trouble. He was sitting in a tiny café in Cardiff, sipping his cappuccino and waiting to meet with his client to talk through the heist. No idea whom he was to expect, only a code word he uttered in a questioning tone at the woman who was approaching him:

“Torchwood?”

[capaciityforpain]

@streetofmuses​ said: Holly looks at the man. "You know how they say don't go looking for something /someone or some truth, then when you find it, you really wish you hadn't . Well it's exactly like that. I just found out my father is Satan himself." Maybe Satan himself was a bit on the drastic scale but he wasn't a good man.

Indeed he did know that. He knew that as well as anyone. Everywhere he went, flitting around saving people and solving mysteries, he always saw people learn things they were desperate to, and then wished they hadn’t. He always felt bad for them, sort of, and he felt bad for her now. Family was always tricky like that. “I’m sorry to hear that. Truly,” his voice was soft and low and his words were genuine. “No one should go through that.”

[capaciityforpain]

@streetofmuses​ said: She pokes the box and hisses at it when it makes a noise. Ryn doesn't like sound it makes. She is standing there with just a t-shirt that she stole earlier, long enough to cover herself up. "Bad box," she tells the man

Had she been talking about him, he would not have been more offended. He wasn’t going to be mean about it--maybe--but it would only be because she’d been rude first. Bad box! To say that about the TARDIS! “She is not!” his voice is more surprised than mean. “Maybe she makes some sounds now and then,” he’s put a hand against the blue, wooden siding, like he’s trying to assure the ship that he’s still on its side, “but she’s not a bad girl. Just old, is all...”

[wolfqueennola]

@streetofmuses (Elijah)

It had been ages since Hayley had seen Elijah. After nearly dying yet again, the hybrid needed some time alone. So she ran away to the bayou for a year. A year in her wolf form living wild on her own. After exactly a year Hayley returned to the Abattoir in her wolf form.