#𝓇𝓊𝓃 𝓆𝓊𝑒𝓊𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝑜𝓎 ~ 𝓆.

[herleaf]

@manaborn whined, “If you could concentrate.”

"Right, as if I haven't heard that one before." The words came out cheeky, underlining her obviously Doctor-like movements as she flipped levers and pressed buttons on the console, as The Doctor always did. She was playing with fire here, only having recently been seen in the TARDIS's good graces, but she hasn't been ejected from the spacecraft so far, perhaps Gwen was her good luck charm. "If it were so easy to get me to concentrate, me dad and I wouldn't've had most of the fights we did. Still do, actually. It's a quirk of mine and most find it delightful. Now come on, do you want to have a space heist or not?"

[herleaf]

" scientific reasoning or purely base level response? " the brunette came over to refill the mug that was thankfully still intact--she'd remembered hearing of stories from the Doctor and others about the blonde deity's propensity to throw fragile and innocent mugs to their demise because he liked the contents. well, not much she could do now to confirm or him, seeing as she was manning a time traveling diner and was absolutely not going to let on she knew who he was. celebrities, they like to be treated like everyone else, right? plus, she was curious if that rolled over into gods as well. " caffeine is a drug. a stimulant, specifically, meaning it gives you energy. but, like other substances, the feeling doesn't last. crashes happen so to chase the feeling of being awake, we keep drinking more and more. soon, it just becomes a habit or a means to get to start conversations with strangers. coffee is a universal thing. maybe it also is just the fact that we yearn for a schedule, so knowing a cup of coffee starts the day just becomes the normal. i don't complain, it means i always have customers. plus, when you're a kid and your parents say you're too young to have it, everyone who has permission to drink it is automatically cool. and i always love feeling cool. "

❛ This elixir you midgardians call 'coffee' remains a mystery. the color of it is as dark as the abyss, yet the elixir fill me with energy. why is it midgardians rely on it heavily to start their day ? ❜

@herleaf

[herleaf]

CONT FROM ;; @endeavvor

It was strange, being anything other than alone at a time like this. Most nights, she would spent pacing her room or tossing and turning, trying to fight the images and words that rang in her ears, plaguing her dreams. Images and scenes of times and places she could never reach, multiple faces appearing in her dreams, except for some reason she knew that they were all representing one person. Maybe it was her subconscious trying to tell her that this person wasn't actually a person and instead was just a personification of an idea that was kept in her subconscious, but she couldn't shake the feeling that the clarity of some of those specks were just a bit too clear to be just stories her mind made up. Maybe she was going stir-crazy, or absolutely mad.

Most recently were dreams of her running around, sleeping on a hammock, and nailing boards to a circular window. Turning up classical music to drown out a single word that her conscious mind couldn't conjure.

Throat cleared before she let her entwined hands rest on the counter next to the man. It was rather humorous in a totally not funny way, how during the daylight he was her captain and she was just a new junior engineer, but right now it was as if they were on equal footing. There is no hierarchy in mind-plagued horrors, after all, just personal demons weighing heavily on the two.

"Tit for tat, eh?" Her voice lilted out, trying to add whimsy to hide the fear and exhaustion that plagued her tone. She is sure that deep down she should be cringing, completely hitting herself for speaking this way to a superior--except this was how she always was. Status nor rank ever stopped her from treating people the way they aught to be treated. If she saw a spade, she would call it as such. Candor was never something she lacked. Gaze lolling from her fingers to his face, she untangled her hands to pat his in an awkward but hopefully supportive way. Why not? Why not share what kept waking her up in cold sweats, feelings of loss and emptiness decaying at her soul. She could only keep her masks up for so long before they begin to crack.

"Monsters. Metal trashcans, recently. They're blurry but they're threats. I'm dying--no, hiding, from them. Staying in the shadows. Making... soufflés? Loneliness, then... a chin. A nose?" Her heart began to race as she spoke the visions aloud, remembering things that were previously hidden but were clear as day as she spoke them into her memory, "I'm scared. Alone, but clever. I want to survive, but... I need to protect. It's like I'm me but not. Like, I was there but I have never had that experience in my life. It happens, the stories like that. Throughout times and planets. Always hanging above my consciousness. Always ending," Her voice seems to catch in her throat as tears prick at her eyes, "to save someone else. I always am ending to save others. What does that say about me?"

Throat clears once more as she swipes at her eyes, grabbing any tears that were threatening to fall before she looked at him, eyebrows raised and a forced smirk pulling up her lip. "Does yours beat that? This is a competition now and I am the competitive type, be it a race in trauma or cleverness, I always like to be the one on top. But, unlike other winners, I'm also good at listening. There is no judgement at the dead of night for those who dare speak here, only understanding and attentive ears."

[herleaf]

@hiippocrates bitched, “  Fuck being the bigger person; I’m going to start biting people. ”

" depends where you bite. if you do it too low some might find it kinky but if you do it too high you won't have as much fat to cause damage and might just be an inconvenience for the person. " lips purse as she focuses on the pad in front of her, legs swinging back and forth as a hum releases from her lips, " biting off a finger is always a possibility. the only concern i have is dna being left behind and the germs being introduced into my body through such an open area. be smart about your bites, but remember that you have to be healthy enough to do any sorts of damage. same with fingernails, both are effective but the cleanup of getting skin out of your teeth or under your nails is always such a hastle. "

realizing her words, she stopped her movement and slowly looked up towards the obviously haggard doctor, " that's about to be recorded in my file, isn't it... if it makes it any better i don't just bite people -- haven't in years, but i also bite pencils and stylus. nervous habit. not a common occurrence, i promise. "

[herleaf]

@carbondated ;; sc

" 'ello there, don't recognize your face from 'round here. " the accent laid on hard as her hip jutted out to the side, placing a tankard in front of the woman, " word round the bar is that you're a professor of bones. what bones brought you to these parts, hm? anything particular? "

[herleaf]

"Last time I checked."

Usually a beautiful woman in front of her wasn't followed by heart clenching dread as her mind works in multiple roads and possibilities, trying to recognize the person. Was this some kind of River Song situation? Did this person know her? If she did, why was her presence so sinister? Perhaps that's just what happens when you're recognized by a complete stranger. Well, a complete stranger who isn't the Doctor -- even when you're the Doctor, it does cause dread and confusion. God, what is she babbling about in this head of hers? She felt as if she was back at the Maitland residence, opening the door to a monk outside claiming to have come to help fix the Wi-Fi.

"Wait, no-- I meant about my name, not the dead thing. No, I'm properly alive, thank you very much.

The lack of pulse says otherwise, but since when was Clara Oswald ever known to tell the truth to people she trusts, let alone strangers? Especially strangers who, once again, seem dangerous and have the upperhand with information here. Who also just shot down a bloody Dalek, for godsake! Clara Oswald, you are playing with fire.

@herleaf x Torvic

"You are Clara." She should have held back on that knowledge, possibly prepared a plan depending on what she wanted to get out of an interaction with her, sure, but the surprise had made Torvic blurt those words out. And it was right after shooting a Dalek down with her laser shotgun, therefore a pity: she could have at least enjoyed the moment before focusing on something else. But this was so interesting, and Torvic grinned with fascination. She had seen plenty photos of her, especially because hacking Unit meant learning plenty about Thetat's companions, but this one in particular was extra special: "Aren't you supposed to be dead?"

[herleaf]

@thedoctornumber11 warned: "Don't blink"

"I don't understand," The teen spoke quickly, eyes darting between the man and the statue that loomed a ways away from her mother's grave, "that thing -- it wasn't there before. I would know, I've memorized every ornate decoration on the graves and mausoleums, it doesn't fit any of the eras of artistic history. Where did it come from, is it yours?"

Why was she asking questions to a man at a cemetery? Hadn't her father's words stuck with her, that she needed to be weary of strangers? To be fair, though, since when did she ever listen to what people commanded her to do?