#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

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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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   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--”

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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?”

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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.

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     Everything in her screams and riots against the mere idea of laying so useless on the sidelines. Wouldn’t dare let that happen while the Doctor struggled against his bonds. Not when these shady goons had effectively contained him beyond his control. Didn’t much like seeing him like a caged bird, and something feral and distinctly wolf claws it’s way to the surface, makes her bares her teeth in really the blonde's one and only warning to them.

    “Oh sure. Return to the TARDIS, fix us some tea while i hear you scream bloody murder from behind closed doors. No. I’m not leaving you, Doctor. Staying right here, me. If your pals want to try anything particularly funny, i want to be here to see it.” her eyes flash with purpose. 

    “Or you know... maybe get some practice in with my right hook.” Nudges towards his gruff captors. “Their choice.”

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Even with the intimidating man’s credentials right in front of him he only lowers his crossbow about an inch, eyebrows scrunched up in scrutiny of the Doctor. Clearly none too bright, but he was adamant, the captured lupine would give him that much.

“Think you’ve got quite a clear picture here, don’t you?” the gruff man snarks, scratching his beard with the hand not occupied while the other’s all ready to fire.

“Look ‘ere String Bean.” Although the situation called for more appropriate reaction while in peril Rose only just manages to smother her wolfish snort as that, “I don’t think you’ve got any righ’ to come in here, and stage an intervention towards my huntin’.”

“This is MY kill. I claimed it, stayed out for hours makin’ sure the latches were secure for this fuckin’ savage. And i would like it to go above my fireplace. Now unless you can find me a good replacement for it, and i’m ‘bout positive you CAN’T, i wouldn’t mind settin it free. But i’ll warn you... this is a thing of beauty. It’ll take a bit of convincin’ to tear me from this tail. High price for rare skins. Just don’t make them so clean and gold anymore.”

Sharp and precise Rose begins to gnaw at the rope with her pearly canines, taking all her aggression out onto the tight wrap rather than use it against the man when she gets her claws on him.

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   “Doctor i don’t know if you’ve taken noticed, but my leg’s JUST recovered from our last gallivant into danger. Not so keen on bustin’ it again right this moment!”

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    “Long enough. LOOK Doctor if you’re about to tell me you’ve got some sort’ve Absorber or the like in your impressive collection, you’ve gotta speak up. Or, you can hold it, and trust me.” she implores, eyes soft and pleading, so embarrassingly close to a pouty pup that it was honestly laughable in any other circumstance.

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    “... Doctor. Pray tell what you just put on? This is not entertainin’--”

     One well placed scream a moment later has Rose all but startled straight out of her seat, shooting him the absolute dirtiest of looks. The occasional campy movie with her mum was one thing, but this?