#timeveiled

[petrokhelidon]

" Mister Yang, " If there is a way for Yukong to look bashful, then it would be this despite the hint of steel still keeping her back straight and her eyes somewhat guarded. " I wished to thank you for━ your help. Qingni told me some of the things you advised her and━ well. Thank you. "

A hint of curiosity touches lavender hues as she looks him over, and then she continues in a gentler tone, " Do you have children of your own? " / @timeveiled

[helldevour]

𝐀 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞, through video feeds and glossy photos spread across a table with the rest of the Stellaron Hunters in conversation about the specifics of the Astral Express’ passengers. But Blade could no more forget the face as he could remove the man’s companion from memory. That same association only putting him on edge at first sight, his eyes narrow and body tensing, ready to snap into action. Very few people exist in this vast universe that he’s been forbidden to kill, this one has the privilege of being part of that number.

“Your friends are gone.” He pauses and decides to add, unable to resist. “And I’ve only slightly harmed Imbibitor Lunae. Don’t worry, he’ll survive.” / @timeveiled

[bitterseadrop]

milou my BELOVED i adore her so much!! she's such an interesting character and i love seeing all your different verses and headcannon / about posts!!

[woodswarder]

“my dear friend, i don’t complain. it’s just another scar.” 

poem of the end - marina tsvetaeva - @timeveiled - thancred ✿

[unboundtravels]

@timeveiled | 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

Quiet Wooshing filled the plaza of Belobog. The Rickety Police Box had that effect on the world, landing smoothly and quietly in the central plaza... or well... as smoothly as The TARDIS could land, anyway. It looked different, smaller. Distinctly older, more battered. The doors opened, and heeled boots stepped out, head poking itself out before wincing softly at the sunlight. She exhaled, resting her hands on her lapel as she exited. The door shut behind her, and she shushed it quietly before humming out a quiet chuckle. Her eyes narrowed as she looked away from it. Her lip curled quietly into a snarl, perpetual as always as she looked past the people and toward the buildings.

She wears ‎a black, denim waistcoat that was tightly buttoned over a tan turtleneck, with a large coat that dropped to the thighs hanging on her shoulders. The boots she wore were cut a few inches below the knee, heeled with laces and straps and whatnot. This woman wasn't abnormally tall or short, her height was rather average. Her wild, unkempt white hair was her most distinguishing feature, aside from her all-black outfit and icy blue eyes, of course. Quite suddenly, she fished into her waistcoat, pulling out a small travel-sized booklet titled, '130 Pawn Shops in the universe' and quietly flipped to the B section. One by one, she thumbed through the pages before she found what she was looking for. 

"Ahahm! There we are! Yes, yes." She was doing this all while her companions inside were resting from their travels. Even her poor old granddaughter Stella was exhausted from their escapades. Not her, however. No! Not her. She hummed quietly, tapping the address. "This is the right planet! Right solar system! Right time code! So it should be here." She mumbled aloud before sliding on a black fedora over her head, the ribbon of the fedora was a bright white. The hat itself was velvety, while the ribbon was silk. She walked quietly, book in her hand, down block after block... away from the square and by proxy, The Police Box.

Although, navigating this city was harder then it had seemed. She had eventually, actually, had to grab the local map. Eventually, frustration was setting beneath the elder's features, as the names of the shops had translated quite awkwardly within the TARDIS' translation circuit. This forced her to have to absentmindedly walk up to someone on the side of the street. She hadn't even looked up from the map, as she approached the closest person she could. "You there! Yes, yes... You!" She looked up, finally... her attention still drawn upon the map, and her guidebook. Her words dragged on quietly.

"I... was wondering if you might... show me where the local pawned goods store, is."

[trattcria]

❛  you have nothing to worry about.  ❜ // qifrey @ gael!

there was always something to worry about, although it was not always about their own personal well being, but rather the safety & personal wellbeing of those the witch cared about in their experience. gael sometimes wonders how many witches at the great assembly sincerely missed their presence... or were glad they were out of the picture for their mischievous acts when they were younger. were they truly safe now? the elder witch could send them over the to the knights to be banished or have their mind erased, however, that did not currently seem very probable.

their body leans back into the chair they found themself sitting on. gael still did not fully trust their host, but they could not help but be intrigued by the professor's way of thinking & reasoning. ❝ if you & your watchful eye knew i practice forbidden magic, why did you allow me to stay? aren't you aware of the risks, mister qifrey? ❞

@timeveiled || prompted.

[tripleflames]

" So Jote has been with you this entire time, huh? " There's a small smile 'pon his lips, brows raised in interest and honest curiosity. " You must be close. I'll not deny it comforts me to know you had someone protecting you, when I could not. " / @timeveiled