#lily moira mathews | 1945 5 year old

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The child doesn’t even protest when she is lifted up, the excitement of being so close to the tree over-rides all worries if she even had any.

(Plus the child is too trusting, not having met a single bad person so far in her short life.)

Eyes still wide, she gently pats the Tree bark. “Hello Mr Tree, My name is Lily, i’m glad you are here. You are very pretty and i’m very happy that you let me find you and allow me to keep coming back... I hope the tree fairies are nice to you, because this nice tree fairy is VERY NICE.” She told it softly, gently patting the masters hair without realising what she was doing.

“Now Mr Tree May i please have a leaf? A pretty shiny silver leaf to keep for myself?” she asks politely, because that’s what LADIES do. According to Granny Franny at least.

.... “Do i just take one?” she whispers.

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The tiny girls eyes widen with glee and then made grabby hands for his hand.

“Then- then you MUST see the TREE!” She almost demands, struggling to keep her tone polite. Her gran always said that little girls MUST be polite.

“The Tree is magic.” She said in a loud whisper. “It’s in a circle of normal trees, but this tree, it must belong to fairy’s because I’ve never seeen Silver Leaves!”

Her little eyes are round with Awe,as she led the stranger to the trees that was across the meadow.

(Little Lily Mo) it was 1945 and 5 year old Lily was playing in the back garden of her grandmothers farm / home, the place she had been staying for practically her all short life and the War. She paused when she saw the stranger, but then waved. “Hiya Mister! Are ya lost?”

    “Lost? Not at all, sweet pea.  Just sight-seeing some of the most important bits.”  

The man strides away from a great big U-Haul pod, minus any vehicle to pull it, that anyone paying close attention would know was not there 30 seconds ago. He’s dressed with simple, casual elegance, the logo on his jacket something that, in her seventies, the child will find familiar indeed. 

    “So maybe you can help me out with that. What’s your favorite part of this place?  What it is a fellow passing through absolutely must see?”   

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FC: Abigail Breslin

Name: Lily Moira (Mathews) Harkness

Age: born in 1940 Feb 15th - 78, (the year is 2008 for her)

frozen at 21 years old.

Pronouns: she/her - Pansexual.

Fandom: OC - Doctor who/Torchwood

AU: OC

Nickname: Lily-mo, Lills, L, mori, Mathews.

Alias: Moira Lews, Lilly Maths, Lily Mathews, Laura Markson. (Once actually used Moira Harkness)

Was 5 at the end of WW2 - ww2 started in 1939 - ended 1945

Mother: Stephanie Mathews (has her mother’s hair)

Father: Jack Harkness (she has her father’s eyes)

Papa: Koschie Oakdown.

Occupation: Fashion Designer. - Hides behind another name. - Moira Lews.

Brand name: MoiraLews.

Lily Moira Mathews - now Lily Moira Harkness, was born in London, in 1940, 1 year into the second world war. Her father - Jack harkness, disappeared one day, and she doesn’t know what happened or why. Her mother found out that she was pregnant a week later.

Lily grew up with a single mother - she was 5 when the war ended. during the war, her mother sent her child to her mother, who happily looked after her in the english countryside - lily LOVED to help feed the chickens.

She stopped ageing at the age of 21 - perhaps younger, but she realised that she wasnt ageing at 21. - she died for the first time in a hit and run at the age of 22, another time at a bank with an armed robber, stabbed at age 25 and she saved her best friend by taking a bullet at age 28….

At the age of 30 Lily Mo started her own fashion business, but by this time she had realised that she couldn’t die and wasn’t ageing, so she made it under an alias: Moira Lews - Posing as her PA and right hand girl Laura Markson.

48 years on - Lily is 78, the company is still under the name Moira Lews, but soon will be given over to the oldest daughter Laura Lews who will be keeping the brand name and the PA is now Lily Mathews.

Her mother had joined UNIT after the war - tho if asked, Lily is unsure if she ever met the Doctor during the 70’s and 80’s - but sadly her mother died protecting the planet when Lily was only 19.

Lily Met her father, in Cardiff, having a house in the city centre, not too far from the Millennium centre. Heated words and bitterness was poured out, but, after a long talk, Lily Mo decided to give her father a chance and she is very glad that she has.

Now - Present day; Lily Still lives on earth in the 21st century, in London, creating fashion for her brand and showing off her collections in fashion shows, inviting her family to each one. She has met her Father’s husband - and called him papa without hesitation. She loves her Family and siblings and will protect them with her final breath.

Lily is skilled in marksmanship, Dabbles in astronomy and science, loves stargazing, loves learning about anything to do with space, has a vortex manipulator, loves to travel to different places, trys to keep out of trouble.

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Open Starter.

1945. 

WW2 Is coming to an end and a young girl, the age of 5 is playing in the ‘back yard’ of her grandmother’s Farm.

Her mother, who was a nurse, had sent the child to her mother’s Farm at the beginning of the war and visited as often as she could, which wasn’t too often, but often enough.

The Grandmother, Granny Franny, Or Mrs Francine Mathews, who was married to George Mathews Senior, was in the kitchen, baking like she usually did.

The child, who’s name was Lily Moira Mathews, was running around in the grass meadow, having fed the chickens, genuinely just having a good time being a child.

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She gasps slightly at the news. “REALLY?! Are you a Fairy Too??!”

It was logical in her 5 year old mind that if the tree was magic, he was magic as well, because he said that he saw them...

“And- and I get to see them??!” Her smile just couldn’t seem to stop getting wider. “Cant Wait!” She jumped on the spot, still holding his hand.

“....but wait, how can he love me if I’ve never met him??” She tilts her head... but they had finally had crossed the treeline into the small clearing and she was distracted by the towering silver tree.

“Isn’t it beautiful!” She whispered loudly as she watched the suns rays bounce of the leaves.

(Little Lily Mo) it was 1945 and 5 year old Lily was playing in the back garden of her grandmothers farm / home, the place she had been staying for practically her all short life and the War. She paused when she saw the stranger, but then waved. “Hiya Mister! Are ya lost?”

    “Lost? Not at all, sweet pea.  Just sight-seeing some of the most important bits.”  

The man strides away from a great big U-Haul pod, minus any vehicle to pull it, that anyone paying close attention would know was not there 30 seconds ago. He’s dressed with simple, casual elegance, the logo on his jacket something that, in her seventies, the child will find familiar indeed. 

    “So maybe you can help me out with that. What’s your favorite part of this place?  What it is a fellow passing through absolutely must see?”