#edgedsword

[tiimecrash]

@edgedsword ( amelia holmes ) said "This isn't the first time I've gone without sleep." ||| i can't remember the meme this came from. lmao.

For everyone in London, they knew her as Professor Elizabeth Burke - historian and polymath. Not everyone was aware she didn't belong on earth, but she loved it so. She spent a lot of her time as a human that she grew fond of being one. Her alias she had whilst a human stuck with her, and just remained her. She hadn't a TARDIS anymore, that was broken and someplace else. Someone was taking care of it for her it seemed.

Right now, she was working at the museum and became acquainted with Sherlock Holmes' child, one Amelia Holmes. She may be a time lord but she didn't know everything. This wasn't the timeline she was too familiar with. She was an observer and tried to help here and there. The young woman's words made the Professor grin. "Sleep it for the weak." she joked with a laugh. She approached the young female with a bust of the roman emperor Claudius in her hands, "Do tell, what's got you so worked up you can't sleep?"

[ordinariums-a]

@edgedsword asked: “ It's okay. You're safe. ” / to Aziraphale - from Eilonwy || meme

"This---- this is really quite silly." Angels didn't get panicked. It just didn't happen. He pressed a hand on his chest, eyes darting in the direction Crowley had gone, before squinting to the stranger before him. "Sorry, I-- I just need to catch my breath. That's all. I'm fine, I'm fine!"

[ordinariums-a]

Aziraphale was filling in for Muriel; the shop needed a bookkeeper, after all. And whilst his duties in Heaven took president (not that.. he was getting anywhere useful), he had taken the opportunity when it arrived and decided to do a little 'field' research, citing that very reason, in addition to needing something from his bookshop. The higher ups were sceptical, but allowed it. So now he was here.

And he was still getting accustomed to the changes Muriel had made, and he knew - he knew none of them had been out of malice. But everything was wrong. And he was stressed; mostly because he was just getting a brick wall in the Crowley department. Straight to answer machine. Five times in a row. And that was just in the last half an hour. He was fumbling around with books when she came in, and his eyes shifted to Eilonwy, hearing her request with a small frown.

"That's... a very specific personal interest. Um." He looked back to the books in his hand, shoving them onto the shelf with a breath. "Fire magic and ancient symbols, of course - there should be some books on that over here..." He directed his attention to a specific shelf, moving over to it and scanning the titles there. And after a small pause, he closed his eyes, and breathed.

"Sorry, this might take a little longer than expected. I entrusted my shop to someone with a little less experience than I would like. I do believe they've moved... pretty much everything." He looked back to her. "Let me work out their organisational system and I'll find that book - it'll be with you in a jiffy. May I ask - this is a rather odd request. And quite specialist for a personal interest. What attracted you to the subject?"

@ordinariums Eilonwy to Azriaphale

"Mr..Fell? Funny surname" The redhead mentioned giving a small smile toward the book keeper. "big of a strange request.. I'm looking for er a book, about ancient symbols.. specifically ones with erh fire magic or might have been classed as such" Eilonwy was a young woman, no older than twenty one, auburn hair that rivaled the flames themselves and ocean blue eyes that sparkled like Sapphires, freckles dotted across her nose and cheeks. She had a burn mark of a dragon upon her palm, if anyone asked Eilonwy would say how she couldn't remember, or that she had received at such a young age she simply couldn't recall. Her hands lightly tapping over the binding of each book, careful not to knock one over from the shelf. "Let's just say it is a personal interest of mine and I heard that you may have the one I am looking for?"

[meditation-practices]

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[prelogged-into]

Dear Santa!

How are you? How are things going over there at your place? I hope not as bad as I’ve heard. Namely, I’ve been reading “Gloria” (Croatian gossip magazine) lately and I couldn’t help but notice that you and Mrs. Santa Claus are getting a divorce! OMG! I’m keeping my fingers crossed that it’s not true but I still had to ask. After all, “Gloria” has always been a newspaper of truth and accuracy. Nevertheless, send my best regards to your (ex) wife!

I guess that’s enough about you for now – let’s talk about me for a minute or two. (Don’t worry, my desires are not as nearly as big as they could’ve been given the fact that I didn’t demand anything from you last year.) Therefore, since I’ve been on my best behavior throughout the whole year, this year, I do have some wishes for the upcoming Christmas.

And here they are, listed and described:

The watch

A few years ago, a certain hand watch really caught my attention but, for some reason, I never bought it. Here is the thing: its dial  represents a stone table around which 12 knights sit. Each of them has the sword laid on the table facing its center. As you can probably guess, their swords stand for the hours on the watch. I know that this description is not the best but I hope you’ll manage to fulfill my wish.

Free 10-year ticket for ZET trams and buses

Although this may seem like I’m joking, I’m not. Speaking as an average student, I truly, urgently, desperately need this! Sooo, if you could get me that, it would be swell!

Golden key

The idea crossed my mind while I was taking a shower. As you can guess, I would like a key made of pure gold. Unfortunately for you, that’s not all. I would also like that the key really opens something (door, chest, locker etc.) and that someday, somehow, I run into whatever it is that you will have stored there for me. However, if that’s too much to ask, just bring me a golden key (large one) and I’ll simply sell it but warn me in advance if you intend to do so.

Aaand.. More or less, that’s it. As you can see, my wishes are not that enormous, they’re just a bit complicated. Best of luck making them come true but you should know that I’ll be more than grateful if only one of the presents is delivered to me. And of course, Merry Christmas to you, your elves and your hopefully-still-a-wife Mrs. Santa!

by double-edgedSword :)

[tiimecrash]

The Professor smiles to Amelia. A bright young lady with a bright future ahead of her, even if she was Sherlock Holmes' daughter. She liked humans that were adventurous and things. She had thought for a long moment, if she should take Amelia on as a companion on her adventures through space-time, but decided against it. The worlds weren't ready for them. She would just accept them adventuring in this specific era of earth's history. "Are you sure you're alight without sleep?" she asked of the female.

Arching a brow, she looked about the museum. The bust of Claudius now sat on the desk, the Professor gave it a pet on the head before rounding to look at the young woman. "Ah a drink! Yes! What kind of drink would you like? Something alcohol or not?" Whatever the drink, the Professor would accommodate the young woman. She wasn't the best influence on younger humans, nor was the the best around females. It was a bit odd, as she was currently female. Perhaps it was being around the male species of humans for so long it rubbed off on her? A gender was a strange thing.

Grumpy, irritable or as Watson called her 'a pain in his backside' which is exactly what Amelia was when she was deprived of sleep. Nightmares tended to plague her dreams, although she was hardly going to speak of the horrors that was Moriarty and especially not to the Professor. Hazel hues looked up giving a small shrug of her shoulders, "nothing I can't handle" ego, also a Holmes trait.

Amelia sat down upon the seat, looking up to the high ceilings and books that surrounded her. Getting out of 221b was a mistake, at least today she had to try and tolerate others. She was a pretty young woman, raven curls, hazel hues and a poise that was simply confidence. She had various scars upon her body, ones that reflected knife wounds and gunshot wounds, though the most prominent was the one upon the front of her shoulder, and was on the other side of her shoulder blade.

If anyone knew Amelia's history, they knew the story of how she got those particular scars and how Jim Moriarty nearly took the life of the youngest member of the Holmes family. She was Sherlock's weakness after all. "You know what I do need Professor? A drink "