#torqueriinmortalis

[melodyandpond]

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“We meet again, Jack.” River’s lips curled into an amused smirk, but her eyes unfocused for a moment, thinking - going through the memories of this body. “Oh, wait, you haven’t meet me yet, have you?”

[twin-hearts]

A Rare Night [Closed]

The date he had taken them too was Sunday September 27th 2015 at approximately twenty after ten at night, the day of the Super Moon Eclipse on Earth. As the latch turned over from inside the TARDIS one of her deep blue doors swung open in the usual dramatic fashion and out stepped her stolen Time Lord in his tenth reincarnation. The clear but inky black dark sky above had but one light this night, the full moon in all its glory reflecting the light of the sun. On this night however a small part of the moon was already missing, the moons left side looked as though something had taken a bite out of it. It seemed he was a little bit later than he had intended.

On this cold fall night the lonely man found himself staring up at a celestial event that humans all across their world would be gazing up at tonight. He had often visited this planet seeking adventure but rarely did he stop to watch something that, to most everyone else, would only happen once in a life time. Something different than normal was happening tonight and though it did not bring calamity like his usually escapades he was happy to sit back and watch. Though tonight was a rather unusual night for himself as well, tonight he was not all alone.

“Bit late I’m afraid.” He called back to the open TARDIS door. “You coming out or not, Jack?”

[soullessbobbysinger]

"Oh. Bobby? What are you doing here?"

Tell ya if I knew to be honest.  Made a wrong turn on my way back-- well from wherever I was goin’ an’ collided with your rift an’ it dumped me out here....

[differentfacesameman]

Jack reached across the space dividing them, a hand resting on the Doctor's shoulder in silent concern. (For the touch meme.)

Touch my muse! Touching is a quiet way of conveying your feelings, so tell me how you feel with your touch!

Shoulder: Worry/Concern for other/Fear

Looking up, he offered Jack a wan smile.   “I’m alright Jack, I’m always alright.”  He hadn’t realized the strain had been showing on him.  At least, not until Jack settled down near him and asked.  

[nxtmostdays]

torqueriinmortalis

“Well, you’re a long way from Cardiff, lad, I’ll tell you that.”

[charlotte-abigail-lux]

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          "I have a feeling that I'm definitely in the wrong place."

[twin-hearts]

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[tennyrudeandnotginger]

Whitechapel Wanderings || Closed Starter for torqueriinmortalis

All the Doctor could hear at first was a rhythmic pattern of soft squeaking: the soles of his trainers over yards of concrete. The sidewalks bracketed Whitechapel’s city blocks as he wandered, passing only an old human here and there partially obscured, their faces half-mooned by sallow streetlight and his own walking form passing by and eclipsing them from the light.

Whitechapel. He snorted a little, asking himself why he’d chosen to wander here tonight. Of course, in present day it was relatively safe, but he tended to avoid being here anytime in 1888. For good reasons.

He glanced at the spread of inky and glittering tiny diamonds overhead. It was 2:00 A.M., and the sun would not slip its persimmon head above the horizon for another good four hours. A chilly breeze brushed around him, enough to make him thankful he’d worn his long brown trenchcoat tonight. But then again, he handled the brittle wintry air of the Oodsphere with only this trenchcoat, whereas Donna Noble needed a full, over-sized down-stuffed parka...

Donna. 

He could never stop thinking about her. Even back on San Helios, even with as clever as Lady Christina had been, he wished that Donna had been there, even with the horrible metal monsters eating everything insight, and piloting the bus, sending it careening through the wormhole back to Earth...

A soft moan broke the silence, and his reverie. He hadn’t seen anyone else on the street during his last several minutes of walking. Curiosity taking hold of him, he followed the noise, rounding a corner...and as he did, he saw the flash of a black trenchcoat hem.

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