The Angel Haired Boy

Hello there! I'm Theta Sigma of the House of Lungbarrow. I'm going to be the greatest Time Lord in all of history.

[thetasigmaintraining]

[[ Holy heck I just broke into my old account o_o ]]

[silvertonguedgod-archived]

🔪 reverse [[ I saw the call for angst. It is my siren call. Stab him wherever you like~ I was going to say nonlethal but he's pretty hard to kill so ]]

It’s no fun unless someone gets hurt

He had warned Theta about appearing suddenly and unexpectedly. He had warned him… hadn’t he?

In any case, it’s too late to concern himself with what had and had not been done. It’s too late to deflect the blame that he knows rests squarely on his shoulders. He catches Theta as he falls, and does not draw the blade from his stomach; to do so would only exacerbate the problem and speed the young Gallifreyan’s death. So he keeps it there and gently lowers him to the ground, kneels beside him, horror and apology written on his sharp features.

“Theta!” he whispers, hoarse with a sort of sympathetic shock. “Theta, listen to me. I need to step into the next room for my medical kit; breathe as steadily as you can, and do not close your eyes. I’ll only be gone a moment.” 

[anotherbeginning-blog]

Somehow it wasn’t surprising that Theta almost literally pulled a knife out to take the frosting off while midsentence trying to convince Koschei to eat it. He had to laugh when Theta assured him that he hadn’t made it, though. He knew exactly the thoughts going through Koschei’s head it seemed. 

“Where did you get it, then?” he asked, picking a bit of it off and popping it in his mouth. It was sweet, but not too sweet, he supposed.

“I don’t like most sweets,” Koschei hummed around another mouthful. He paused to wipe some crumbs away and leaned down, dropping a kiss into Theta’s hair. “You’re more dorky anyway.” 

[thetasigmaintraining]

Theta smiled, glad that Koschei seemed to like it more or less. There was a chance of course that Ko was much better at hiding his dislike, but the blond didn’t worry about this fact nearly as often as he probably should have. 

“There’s a bakery in London. I really like the tea they have there, and when I requested a non-sweet cupcake they said they could manage it for me. I could probably ask for other baked goods, although I think Win would take it as a personal insult if I didn’t get them from her in the future.” 

He laughed a little at the image of her face if he had told her he’d get baked goods from somewhere else. 

“I’m not dorky! You’re dorky...” He muttered, pouting.

[anotherbeginning-blog]

Koschei settled onto the bed next to Theta, taking the cupcake from him. It was true that no one really celebrated loomdays, save for the eighth if the House planned on enrolling them in the Academy, but that sort of made the entire thing that much more odd, in Koschei’s opinion. If he had a problem with odd, though, he probably wouldn’t be quite as fond of Theta as he was.

“Take the frosting,” he said simply, holding the cupcake back out to Theta. That was probably as close as the other man would get to agreement in something to do with adopting human traditions.

[thetasigmaintraining]

“The frosting is the best part though...” He didn’t wait for Koschei to change his mind about the frosting. He already had a knife ready to remove the frosting, leaving as much of the cupcake as possible in tact. He only wanted the frosting after all. 

“I know it’s not much, but I promise I didn’t make it myself. A cake seemed a little much--” There was going to be a cake at the surprise party. He swelled with quiet pride at the thought. “You can’t say you don’t like sweet things though. When it comes to frosting, I mean. You like me after all.”

[anotherbeginning-blog]

Koschei knew in the back of his mind that he probably wouldn’t get through today without some kind of extravagant display for his loomday. But as the day neared its end with no confetti, candles, or screeching Deca members in sight, he thought he might just get lucky this year. And then he opened his bedroom door, arms full of texts he’d need for upcoming classes.

At least it was a small affair. Koschei couldn’t say he was particularly upset at the thought of having an entire evening of Theta’s attention. Who was currently sprawled across his bed with some confection like - what was his name? - ah, Casanova.

Koschei swung the door shut with his shoulder and dumped the books onto a bookshelf before turning back to the room and Theta.

“We don’t even have birthdays, you know.”

[thetasigmaintraining]

“I know that,” Theta said not moving from the bed. 

He was still grinning, all too proud of himself. He knew Koschei wouldn’t have enjoyed a major party. Although the boy still had a proper Deca party planned for the next night. He would tell Koschei about that later. Much later. For now this version of a ‘loomday’ would, he hoped, be much better received by his boyfriend.

“They don’t exactly make Loomday banners anywhere though. Besides, since when has either one of us really enjoyed a Loomday. I think it’d be much better if we just scrapped that idea and adopted the human Birthday tradition.”

Not that Theta really understood what birthdays were all about either. 

Annoying your boyfriend with presents and drowning them in attention.

[thetasigmaintraining]

@anotherbeginning

When Koschei enters his room he will find the Christmas Tree has been... altered. Theta has adjusted the plant so it now takes up only the right corner of the room; still decorated with lights and decorations. A ‘Happy Birthday’ banner is attached to the tree and the opposing corner on the same wall. Beneath that banner is a small stack of presents, mostly Earth books that Theta thought the other young time lord would enjoy.

In the top box however is a new, engraved knife. The engraving contains one Gallifreyan symbol for each of their names without any obvious significance  to those not in the know.

Theta is sprawled across the bed looking all too proud of himself, holding a cupcake. 

[silvertonguedgod-archived]

{ okay so now that i have star wars blogs following me, the question arises:

do i make a star wars AU or do I just write crossovers 

decisions decisions }

[silvertonguedgod-archived]

{ four of you have liked this post and yet nobody has given me their opinion }

[thetasigmaintraining]

[[ You know what a terrible son I am of course I come into your house and don’t tell you what to do with your house You redecorated it I don’t like it????

That said a Loki Star Wars AU would be really cool. At least I think it would. There’s really no reason you can’t do both though?  Depending on the situation? ]]

[silvertonguedgod-archived]

It’s not an act Loki has cause or care to maintain for very long, and he smiles as Theta grins. What he does not do is move to take the gift – it is, as far as Loki is concerned, for Emma. And he will let Theta give it to her instead, should she choose to appear while their young guest is still present. 

Instead, as Theta apologizes, Loki stands up from his seat and walks past the fire pit, shoves the cat (fully grown to the size of a very hairy bobcat, and lying on her back such that she takes up the entire sofa) to one side, and gestures for Theta to take the seat he had just vacated. Liri glares at Loki and bares her teeth, but a stern look convinces her that the indignity of having her rear end moved out of the way isn’t worth a fight, and she settles her chin on the sofa arm with a small sound of annoyance.

“So I’ve heard,” Loki says, cynicism mitigated a bit by the warmth in his smile. It’s the first he’s learned of the depth of Theta’s affection, and he doesn’t care to pretend that he hadn’t noticed. One does, after all, when one is named family. 

[thetasigmaintraining]

“Well. Christmas or not, it is good to see you. And your reasons for visiting or maintaining your distance are none of my business, so I’ll take what I can get.”

Theta wanted to play with the cat, momentarily distracted by it. They’d never let him have a cat like that back at the Academy. Humans, he suspected, wouldn’t be fond of such a large animal either. He resists the urge, but stares at the cat a moment too long giving away all the childish antics that had gone through his mind. 

“That’s just it. I’m pretty sure they are your business. I mean if everyone else knows you have a right to know too.” The young time lord shifted uncomfortable for a moment before finally taking Loki up on the offered seat. Sitting made things easier to talk about. “I really thought it’d be easier on everyone, if I just handled things by myself.”

Now that he was saying it out loud the whole thing sounded rather foolish. Breaking the rules of Time and Space and probably Reality while he was at it, while drowning in his unwanted duties as the current Death’s Champion. Besides, now that he was here, in a place that was warm and not scary and dark at all, he felt the desperate desire to stay. 

“You’ve been well though, right? You and Emma?”

[xdutyofcare]

The Doctor nearly cringed. I know about the Time War. But this him couldn’t know everything, hell, the Doctor didn’t know everything until recently. Unless he’d come in contact with a version of his previous regeneration. “I suppose giving you the ‘I had no choice speech wouldn’t help. I will say this, I doubt you know everything about the Time War; and unlike whoever told you, I’m not going to go around spoiling everything.”

A monster. It was hard, being met with himself; hearing what countless others would, and had said to him. “Do you think there’s some magic way around the Time War? Or any other fixed point? Which I assure you, most of your friends’ fates are fixed points. I mean, unless you choose never to become a Time Lord at all.” Really, that was the only option he saw, never taking the TARDIS at all, never becoming a renegade…

[thetasigmaintraining]

“You have no choice and fixed points are excuses that other people use. You can’t use them with me. I know you. I know what you’re capable of; what you can do and how often you listen to the rules. You always have a choice and if it’s a choice between killing and not killing the answer is pretty obvious if you ask me,” Theta snarled with anger. His eyes filled with a rage that might have been very familiar to the man before him. Theta felt that old urge to know, dampening the anger inside of him.If he knew then he could do something. Anything.

“Fixed points are a lie. I’m going to prove that.” Theta sounded more sure of himself than he felt. How could he not become a Time Lord? That had been his dream since he was a boy. He was going to be a Time Lord and see the stars. Sure he could see them now, but what he was doing now was just as illegal as stealing  Time Capsule. “You don’t have to worry about me. There’s no way I’ll let any of them die, or have to do terrible things. I won’t have to do terrible things either.”

[thetasigmaintraining]

@silvertonguedgod from here

He doesn’t even like doughnuts, and he doesn’t celebrate Christmas (contrary to what the prolific candles, silk and satin ribbons, garlands of fir and holly, a great deal more mistletoe than is probably necessary, and little hovering faerie lights might suggest – all, in truth, a hazard of having a spouse who does celebrate the holiday, and with great enthusiasm).

He also doesn’t like it when people show up unannounced and uninvited in his private quarters. But he’s grown used to it with Theta, and he minds less when those who appear are practically family.

Especially when he can’t remember the last time he’s seen them.

“Theta Sigma,” he growls, laughter only thinly concealed by the parody of irritation he’s wearing over it. He waits for a moment with his back still turned and his eyes trained on what lies beyond the window, and after a beat or two he slowly turns to face his welcome guest.

“I was beginning to wonder if the Yule festival would pass without a trace of you. It is very nearly over, and you are very nearly late.”

“Nearly isn’t actually late though is it.” 

Theta’s grin only grows. Could Loki ever really be irritated at him? Theta certainly doubted it at this stage. He held out the box of doughnuts to Loki. Several of them were Santa designs, clearly from Earth.  

“It’s hard to get the right times with the vortex manipulator. At least it stopped blowing up. But...”

The young time lord in training found a table and set the doughnuts down instead of passing them onto Loki. “I mean it. I am sorry for staying away so long. I thought it would be better, but - it’s Chris- Yule, and we shouldn’t stay away from our families on Yule right?” Loki was more family to him than just about anyone in Lungbarrow House. Truly all the family he needed was Brax, Loki and Koschei. 

[anotherbeginning-blog]

“Yeah, because you don’t have any.” Koschei let himself be pulled up with a groan, dusting himself off where he had touched the floor. “Where did they go? Please don’t say Earth.”

[thetasigmaintraining]

“No, the Time Lords- Well the ones that run things around here keep stuff from all the places they send expeditions. It’s sort of like the Vaults, but less...” Theta hesitated knowing that place was not a happy discussion. “..Haunted. It’s where I got some of my first globes. Can you believe they were going to get rid of all of that? It’s not too far from the Academy though.”

[anotherbeginning-blog]

“You know that’s not even slightly true,” he replied with a smirk of his own, rolling his eyes. “You have to be more subtle ~ “

[thetasigmaintraining]

“You never liked me for my subtly.” Theta was grinning as he grabbed Koschei hand, tugging them both to their feet. “I think I know a spot where they still stash the stuff that comes back from missions. They’re too clever for their own good.”

[anotherbeginning-blog]

“Haven’t we always?” Had it been so long since they had done something not strictly in line with the rules? “Don’t you think we can?”

[thetasigmaintraining]

“Well I was beginning to worry you’d started turning into Brax.” Theta was smirking; an obvious ploy to encourage Koschei down the path of borderline illegal activities. If not illegal they were certainly against Academy rules which was enough. 

[xdutyofcare]

“How much do you know?” The loathing of his future selves didn’t give him any clue about what had been told. And every retort coming to mind is that this boy would become the Doctor one day, that was a fixed point, or at least he thought it was. And this him was so different, but so very much the same boy as always. Which is why, when he finally posed his next question, his voice was low; eyes fixed on the child in front of him.

“And what do you think you’re going to become, then?”

[thetasigmaintraining]

“I know a lot,” Theta spoke with poison in his words.  “I know enough,” He hesitated remembering while he knew a great deal more than he should that he likely did not know as much as he thought he did. He was sure he knew enough of the truth to hate it and erase it. “I know about the Time War. I know what you did; what The Doctor did. I know even more than that, but that alone would have been enough.”  He did know more though. Not all the lives and adventures of the Doctor, but he knew that very rarely was he a man to be liked or admired.

“I am going to be the greatest Time Lord there ever is, was, or will be. I’m going to prove Free Will exists, and create a universe where my friends are safe. I won’t be a monster.”

[anotherbeginning-blog]

“Or we could just go get our own things?” Theta obviously knew people who had Earth contraband, given how often he got his hands on new things. 

[thetasigmaintraining]

“Get our own things?” He eyed Koschei suspiciously. Not because he didn’t like the plan. He loved the plan. “Y’sure we can?”

[xdutyofcare]

“Yes, well, that would work if I wasn’t also–wait.” Rewind. Let’s start over, shall we? Note the lack of panic from either side about crossing his own time stream, not to mention that the Doctor didn’t even realize this was his time stream. Which meant it wasn’t his time stream, but this was still a version of him. One that undoubtedly recognized him as the Doctor. That was bad, someone giving away his secrets this early in the game had the power to completely destroy this timeline. –Not his problem though. His original answer still stands.

“Anyway, that would work if I wasn’t also Lord President.”

[thetasigmaintraining]

“No.” Theta was adamant. He didn’t recognize this face, and certainly that meant it could be early, but it could also be later. He wanted to know. He wanted to know which mistakes to avoid, but he didn’t want to speak to this man to learn the truth. All this man, all the Doctor, ever did was lie. 

“I don’t care who you think you are or what authority you think you have. No Doctors. We don’t need a Doctor. They have me.” 

[anotherbeginning-blog]

There didn’t seem to be any convincing him that Santa Claus was just a story this year. He’d try again next time. “If you say so. When’s he bringing you presents, then?”

[thetasigmaintraining]

“....Well. Maybe next year. I guess I could, maybe go to Earth to make it easier for him and then come right back before anyone at the Academy or Brax notices?”