#ch; timelord victorious

[goldenacolyte]

[text]: Oh, believe me. I noticed. [text]: Is that why you packed out of here in such a hurry when your Doctor showed up? // he's very -_- about his couch and demanded it be addressed XD

[text]: No no! Of course not, Doctor... just, was askin him to stop me by Ikea to get you a new one

[text]: hah, that... that was bucky

[goldenacolyte]

📱 for my doctor aaaaaaaaaaaand her doctor XD

SEND 📱 TO FIND OUT ABOUT MY MUSE’S PHONE

her doctor #1 (aka yours lol)

What ringtone my muse has set for yours: Parrot by Stepdad (instrumental or not idk???) (( omg side note, i wanted to maybe tease using the song ‘i like me better’ by Lauv to because it’s a silly one and the chorus is fitting?? (( well ex the whole ‘from the first time’ bit because wellll their first meeting and all lol)) i love that song sO much but i decided against itttt lol )) 

What contact photo my muse has set for yours: ( i still love the detail on the hat LOL )

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: far too competent, let loose and use ONE spelled wrong word or abbreviation CHRIST MAN (but really it doesn’t bother her too much, he does use the occasional emoticon im sure so lol, oh my muse can never resist taking the piss with himmm lol)

How quickly my muse responds to your texts: VERY fast. Unless of course she is all wolfy then she might be too busy…. but she’ll still check and nose the buttons if she can LOL, had a couple scratches on her case from doin’ this a bunch tbh.

How often our muses text: i’d say pretty often? whether it’s when they’re traveling or on a mission or just casually fuckin with eachother~ as they do lol

How often our muses call: see above~ plus sometimes it’s important to her if they’re separated that there’s more evidence he’s alright, and try to see if she can pick up on any pained hitches of breath and shit

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: … sometimes~ (rose u CHEEKY SH-) only when he’s been particularly… himself. (it’s not that often DONT LET HER FOOL U DOC)

Last text sent from my muse to yours: yeah… i mightve um….. tore into your couch? xoxo

HER DOCTOR #2 (her bae lol)

What ringtone my muse has set for yours: �� this, was WAY too hard to pick okay?? im terrible with picking anyway but there’s too many cute songs i could useeeee, ( something deep inside jk jk ) lol faith it’s not contract binding PICK, maybe i’ll just go with That’s What’s Up by Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros (even if the one time i saw it it was more with tentoo, but i MEAN, still fits lol) or Starving (because idk just somethin upbeat before i go cliche and use toxic lol or Bite, gdi @ myself what is your music taste)

What contact photo my muse has set for yours:  (couldn’t find rosie one of the glasses one she so loves DEARLY LOL, but she does love this one a close second so)

What my muse thinks of the way yours texts: sort of ditto with your doctor’s, except he uses a BIT more emoticons, so in that department ALL THE EMOTICONS 

How quickly my muse responds to your texts: SPEED OF LIGHT usually like your doctors~ even if it’s just trivial things that makes her just sigh fondly

How often our muses text: what feels like 25/7 really, they’re too fuckin ridiculously sweet it’s almost sickening if i didn’t love them so muchhhhhhhhhhh, makes it more useful with the unlimited texts she’s got from the Doctor’s plan (aka making her phone amazing tbh… even though now she wishes that it was impervious to scratches and is tempted to ask him next time)

How often our muses call: LOTS see above~ and in the future it’s def led with that whole ‘you hang up… no YOU hang up’ thing that rose in the past would’v found slightly sickening but now she’s become it LOL, and your doc’s prob like ‘*sighs in eternal suffering and shuts the phone for them while her doc’s like D: ‘…WHAT DID I DO WRONG.���

Does my muse purposefully miss calls from yours: no!! wouldn’t wound him like that, he would pout and her poor human heart cant handle it to be frank!

Last text sent from my muse to yours: b back soon luv... and yes i brought the taser along with now stop fretting!

[goldenacolyte]

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    “S’alright,” she soothes, reaches timidly to place her hand in his.

     “All got our off days. Last week i wasn’t so much better with you,” she laughs, but there’s not humor to it. Acted like a right terror with him to for a couple days there. Moody, dizzy, quick to snap. She understood that all too well, and she shouldn’t have further agitated him. Jokes weren’t needed in this instance.

    Just a friend that will listen. “Headaches? Twisted up knee from Iknolai? Maybe i could ask the TARDIS where she keeps the strong stuff–”

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❝ We ain’t leavin’ ‘till you tell me who it was. Left a nasty mark, seems like, i want to give her a piece of my mind, so if you’ll excuse me-- ❞ she tries to make her way past him, intent on doing just that.

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    “Oh no,” the blonde points accusatory at him, not allowing him to have to upper hand. Not this time. “I see right through your games, Time Lord. I’ll never tell, not in another lap of your lifetimes--”

   She lets that simmer, really considers her next words... backtracks.

    “... Well, they’re for, erm,” she comes close, mumbles her answer into the Doctor’s ear, flushing progressively more red the more she unravels. What were friends for then unless it meant sharing some... lewd potential happenstances.

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   Not long does she get to linger on his gentle touch and lengthy assessments, since she quickly feels that once she quirks her lips the slightest bit she winces again, knows that’s not the right movement to make right this moment. Teases about bleeding hearts can wait. Not that she wanted to really. Heart wasn’t in it, and, well... God did it feel nice to have him in her corner.

   Her muddled mind just surfaces long enough to hear his question, the red haze back behind her eyelids, but it’s clearer. More on edge and full of purpose. Much like the tense stature her friend’s stuck under now.

  “Daft, tall, quick little arse. Doctor, you don’t need to go off rippin’ someone’s limbs off. A wolf’s got enough force to do that tenfold, don’t want you hurtin’ yourself.” her eyes remain vulnerable with that, a pout threatening to break through, worried for her friend’s future condition. “Besides, he’s not worth our time, bleedin’ berk, think he’d leave well enough alone. Like he hadn’t ruined my life before--” the words have bite, now, like she could feel him between her jowls ready to bite down on. If she was in a more calm state of mind, it might’ve been turned down a notch, but he wasn’t worth that, either. Not in the lupine’s eyes.

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     Rose couldn’t have scoffed harder if she so tried. Had to preserve her voice for better arguments. Was a true necessity on this ship. 

    “Classics. look here old man, you may have your ideas of a good classic, but this ain’t it. Real snorefest this is, all sorts of jumpscares, and, and--” Her cover’s officially blown once she glances back at the TV and practically Scooby Doo’s her way into his arms, frightened beyond belief. 

     The way she looks up at him immediately after is almost venomous, daring him to speak up, else it’s his throat, her wolf might argue. “If you don't sleep with one eye open tonight... you’re a brave man, Doctor.” her voice leveled so she got her severity across with ZERO room for mistakes.

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    The way he reaches for her leaves her fairly on edge now to, allowing him to pull her back, looks towards him and then between the vents, squints, really puts in an effort to see what he does. 

    ❝ What is them, Doctor? Shakin’ like a leaf, ❞ she comments softly, not sure if it’s herself or him that’s filled with tremors, ready to bare her fangs to whomever it might be. Alien or not.

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   Takes Rose a good long moment to bound up from her sour stupor and meet his eyes, eyes still a bit red rimmed from her earlier frustrations.

   “Didn’t want to say anything. Was having a good day, us. Nothing too out of the ordinary, galivantin’ away as we were. Explorin’... and then that bloody Judoon. Talked to me like i was nothin’ but the scum of the Earth to ‘em.”

     “Sort of like Stone did.”

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  With the wolf now soothed in her ribs it’s voice is replaced with a soft tsk and a fond warmth, suffusing through all the nooks and crannies and wedges in the center of her chest. He was really a doctor, through and through. And just to further prove her point the affection that has her so distracted quickly clears through the haze, now taking great offense in regards to his rare (sort of) dismissal of the human race.

   “Yes. Peas, Doctor. Barbaric to you i’m sure, but ‘s a valid tool. Helps with the swelling, and ’s not exactly like i can carry a water bottle on me, so, a girl has to make do with what she’s got. Can’t all be Mary Poppins and have everything on hand,” the blondes throws back cheekily, smiling despite it all.

   Her frown returns when she makes the poor mistake in looking back down at her leg. Like by sheer hope alone it might actually will itself to stitch together and not look so marred and frayed. But the Doctor’s offer was tempting. And it’s a welcome suggestion, one she may just have to take him up on. And the concern she finds in his rigid posture makes her pain feel a bit more numb, like he holds the cure on hand. All that in mind she meets his eyes.

  Would she really want that? To forget this whole encounter? He once said his tattoos were a reminder of what he’s faced. Maybe her wounds had the same effect.

  “Alright. Fix me up proper then, Doctor.” she smiles. “But, if you, erm, could, when you’ve made sure it’s all healed... i want it to still have evidence. No dermal regenerator. I want some battle scars, i at least am owed that much.” she grins.

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“No, i’m sorry Doctor. Was a bit cheap, and i took it without thinkin’. Really though, i think you’d like them. Fact i’ll shape some hyacinths in there, so there’s a chance you’ll forgive me.” she mumbles under her breath. Be a bit more sensitive, wouldn’t kill you, Rose.

“Oh, i know! Daffodils, it'll bring out those cheekbones. I’m an expert with these things, you know, for an ape--”

[goldenacolyte]

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FOR EVERY Ϟ IN MY INBOX I’LL TELL YOU A RANDOM THOUGHT MY MUSE HAS ABOUT YOURS.

This Doctor’s scritches are minutely better. Frankly he’s brilliant. Rougher between her scruff and her ears, bit like the Bark on Birtelio--

[goldenacolyte]

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❝ Yeah, i’d say so. Got to keep you on your toes, old man. ❞

[goldenacolyte]

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    The one word answer was all Rose’s heart needed to plummet swiftly into her stomach. Why didn’t he say anything, thought they found the cure for insomnia weeks ago, she remembers fondly… though the almost suffocation via the Doctor could’ve been done without, the ‘sleepover’ seemed to do the job just fine. Though, even she knew the ‘prescription’ wasn’t the cure all for all of this Doctor’s nightmares, as much as she wished it to be.

    “Been a bit, yeah. Wasn’t tryin’ to snoop, honest, it just… came out. Sure he didn’t mean to, probably thought i already knew.” Still didn’t mean she didn’t feel terrible for it despite how out of her control it was.

    “Please, don’t, don’t dance around this like you normally do. Thought we were friends, Doctor. Don’t ‘ave to let me into your world completely, just, a smidge, maybe. Even if m’just supplyin’ an ear.” The revelation was still taking some time to get used to, but… parallel worlds, she shrugs inward.

    “You and the Master, then.” she smiles, tries to switch up the pace, open to the idea. Aiming or supportive, but she’s worried, worried as she usually is for his well-being.

   “…You miss ‘im, don’t you?”

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  She had misjudged their distance, almost sucked into his orbit by a sort of almost morbid curiosity. Good chunk of concern pin-pricked her chest as well, pleaded for her to assess the damage for herself. Looked like the scars had been there for some time.

  Not impressed she lifts one hand to pull lightly on his earlobe, tugging it enough to get her point across. “Jealous,” she mutters. “Couldn’t sleep. Thought i’d roam the TARDIS for a bit, see if she’s gotten any new upgrades to the arcade.”

  Truly it didn’t really cross her mind his lack of layers, but now that she had a moment to sit on it she did find it an odd change of pace. Though the tools strewn across the bed made his current task obvious. He wasn’t making any alterations to the TARDIS, wasn’t tinkering about. He was making changes on his arm.

  “Never questioned how tough you were before, but, did you wrestle a bear while i was gone? If so... i’m upset you wouldn’t think to invite me along,” she grins, still tracing over some of the welts with a weak feather-like touch. Like it was possible it might shatter beneath her palms.

  Letting her fingers trail on she’s met with a couple dark ink marks in particular and traces them, squints to see if it suddenly translates itself to what it is. 

  “What, erm, what are these marks, Doctor?”

[goldenacolyte]

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The air’s too sharp. Suffocating, not qualities you find roaming these forests at night. There was a reason she asked the Doctor to drop her off here specifically. Good for shaking out her nerves, or you know, for running. Maybe run far away from the typical state of stress she managed to sort herself into. Wasn’t easy hiding what she’d become. 

And if he scouted it out... it would be his turn to run. And leave her in his tracks. God, and who would’ve guessed she could easily clench her own heart in her now over-sized maw. 

High pitched sounds of agony pierce through the usually calm air and cant her to sprint towards it, answering a call she’s all too useful to, now. Doctor?

Eventually all that fuel of adrenaline drains and leaves behind a sense of dread, looking upon the figure in the clearing. This creature looked like they were worse for wear. And the torn oxford strewn across the dirt left her suspicions from earlier clear. This daft alien got himself into a brew of his own brand of trouble. Jeopardy friendly, huh? Looked like the title sure wore well on his shoes tonight. But the quips didn't feel as satisfying watching him pant with weak breaths.

“Doctor.” she cuts through the foggy mist in the air, not able to choke down the worry lodged in her throat. She bends down, slowly crouching closer. (Alright. Not lost her jeopardizing touch, then.)

Despite her better judgement her hands slowly reach out to sift through tufts of fur, hoping it soothes him and not agitates him instead.