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âIâve not been sleeping very well, thatâs all. Iâve had a lot going on lately so Iâve been staying up.â
Still, the Doctor smiles at her fondly and lifts her head again, stretching her arms out in front of her. âNot that thatâs any excuse to use you as a pillow! Maybe I just need⊠coffee, or something.â She crinkles up her nose in disgust at her own suggestion. âNo, not coffee. Tea! With lots of sugar to keep me awake.â Falling silent for a brief moment, the Doctor shakes her head and blinks a few times as if to wake herself up. âOr just a shot of adrenaline.â
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âYou do,â the Doctor agreed with a sleepy smile, letting herself be pulled back and ending up just putting her head back on Daisyâs shoulder. âVery comfy.â
âWas I asleep for long? Sorry, that canât have been comfy for you.â
Daisy allowed her own head to drop down to rest on the Doctorâs. âNah,â her head shook softly, âwouldâve given you a good shove if you had been.â Her teasing words were followed with a jiggle of her shoulder.
âWhatâs got you so tired out then?â
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Iâm super dead on this blog because tumblr is effort but does anyone wanna rp on discord? Iâm really feeling 13/Dhawan master specifically, or any version of the thoschei pairing (tho 13/DM is my fave, and though I prefer playing the master I do also have thirteen as a muse)
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âIsnât she?â Idris blinks; looks around the room as if only now properly perceiving it. âSheâs always here, and always not. Just like meâIâm in the future and the past all at once. It gets hard to tell them apart.â But Missy isnât here nowâand she supposes that ânowâ is a concept sheâll have to start getting used to.
She doesnât take much notice as he moves closer, too caught up in her own thoughts to pay attention to what heâs doing. Though she isnât consciously aware of it, she trusts him not to hurt her, and thatâs why sheâs able to focus on her roaming thoughts. âI think⊠House. Thatâs what they called him.â The name rattles around her head. âHouse supports all lifeâthatâs what they said.â
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âHave I?â She hums, as she moves over to the console; runs her fingers over the various buttons and levers within reach. âTime, Iâm afraid, is something I donât have control over anymore.â Hitting one of the buttons, she waits a moment for a response. When there isnât oneâwhich she had been expecting, really, but sheâd been hoping that somehow her presence would helpâshe turns her back on the console and leans against it.
âI donât know much. Or, ratherâI know everything, and itâs stopping me from picking anything out.â Honestly, sheâs barely even aware of where they are right now. For someone who doesnât experience time in a linear fashion, time plays out all at once. She is both here and everywhere else she ever has been or will be, all at once. And itâs awfully confusing for a humanoid brain to handle. âThis body is called Idris. I have a few of itâs memories from just before I took over. I think she was being⊠prepared for me. I was put here on purpose, so I could beâŠâ she gasps, then, as she realises what the end of her sentence should be. ââŠdisposed of.â For more than a few moments, Idris stands still, expression flickering between offence, anger, and a little bit of fear.
âWell, yes. Missy isnât here,â he replied simply, as if that explained it all. But he was capable enough, he had to be capable enough. Because he was already getting the impression that if he failed here, that would be disastrous for all three of them. No more TARDIS, no more traversing the Universe so easily anymore.Â
Nodding a moment, Rumple let out a breath as he carefully approached her, reaching out but not yet touching her arms as he waited, wondering if that would even calm her down. He knew if he held Missy and spoke through something it at least aided her in getting thoughts together, but who knew what it would do here?
âSo the body has been prepared for you. Do you know who by? Maybe that will give us a starting point.â Maybe it would be by an enemy they had to track down or alternatively, it could have been Missy or him in the future that did it, in order to try to protect her. Either way, he hoped she knew the answer to it.
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âHave I?â She hums, as she moves over to the console; runs her fingers over the various buttons and levers within reach. âTime, Iâm afraid, is something I donât have control over anymore.â Hitting one of the buttons, she waits a moment for a response. When there isnât oneâwhich she had been expecting, really, but sheâd been hoping that somehow her presence would helpâshe turns her back on the console and leans against it.
âI donât know much. Or, ratherâI know everything, and itâs stopping me from picking anything out.â Honestly, sheâs barely even aware of where they are right now. For someone who doesnât experience time in a linear fashion, time plays out all at once. She is both here and everywhere else she ever has been or will be, all at once. And itâs awfully confusing for a humanoid brain to handle. âThis body is called Idris. I have a few of itâs memories from just before I took over. I think she was being⊠prepared for me. I was put here on purpose, so I could beâŠâ she gasps, then, as she realises what the end of her sentence should be. ââŠdisposed of.â For more than a few moments, Idris stands still, expression flickering between offence, anger, and a little bit of fear.
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Taking the lowering of his hands to mean that sheâs safe, Idris slowly gets to her feet. âTARDIS!â She repeats, temporarily ignoring the nature of why he was saying it, and focusing on the word itself. âTime And Relative Dimension In Space.â Saying the world felt like⊠a missing piece of her mind slotting into place. Idris nods, happy to have it back. âYes, thatâs right.â
Turning her attention to what heâd actually asked, she adds; âRight, yes. I do seem to be inside a body, but itâs definitely not mine. Iâm not supposed to have one. Iâm not built for it.â Sheâs far too powerful to stay in anything humanoid for too longâthe Vortex is awfully good at burning through bodies. But thatâs an issue to worry about later, she decides. âAnd yesâno. Iâve been damaged. Iâve been eaten. Am being eaten. Will be eaten. One of those.â Idris sighs, and brings a hand to her forehead. âTenses are difficult, arenât they?â
Cocking an eyebrow at her, Rumple let out a non-committal sound, nodding briefly. So. It seemed that this was the TARDIS somehow in front of him, the consciousness of it at the very least. âI see,â he paused, sucking on his bottom lip. Silence fell over him, listening to her, taking it all in.
ââŠyouâve sure picked the wrong time for this,â he muttered, the mere fact that this had happened when Missy was off the TARDIS just the worst timing. He could more than handle himself but even he would have to admit that the mechanics of this, helping the TARDIS in this kind of situation was something he felt vastly under qualified for.
âRight. Letâs⊠try to break this down then, and how we can stop this. Tell me everything you can.â
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She only perplexed him further as she continued and, though he had come across some strange things in his long lifetime, both with and without Missy, this was certainly one of the strangest. Not used to a body? Or talking? Her thiefâs thief? How strange. It felt like she were talking in riddles and though he was no stranger to that himself, he always did so when he had an ulterior motive. When he wished to trip someone up, or simply make life that little bit more difficult for them, he spoke in giggles and riddles.
Yet, when she made the noise of the TARDIS his eyebrows rose, his hands lowering in stunned surprise. Now that was certainly new.
It made her confusion make sense, but how this had happened was still something of a mystery to him.
ââŠhow is this is even possible?â he asked, gesturing around them in the general area of the TARDIS itself. âThe TARDIS has a sentience, I know, Iâve felt it. But this⊠a body?â A pause. âIs the TARDIS itself damaged? In danger?âÂ
Taking the lowering of his hands to mean that sheâs safe, Idris slowly gets to her feet. âTARDIS!â She repeats, temporarily ignoring the nature of why he was saying it, and focusing on the word itself. âTime And Relative Dimension In Space.â Saying the world felt like⊠a missing piece of her mind slotting into place. Idris nods, happy to have it back. âYes, thatâs right.â
Turning her attention to what heâd actually asked, she adds; âRight, yes. I do seem to be inside a body, but itâs definitely not mine. Iâm not supposed to have one. Iâm not built for it.â Sheâs far too powerful to stay in anything humanoid for too longâthe Vortex is awfully good at burning through bodies. But thatâs an issue to worry about later, she decides. âAnd yesâno. Iâve been damaged. Iâve been eaten. Am being eaten. Will be eaten. One of those.â Idris sighs, and brings a hand to her forehead. âTenses are difficult, arenât they?â
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Cocking an eyebrow at her, Rumple lifted his hand slightly higher. âOdd? You think I canât? Iâm the Dark One. I can turn anyone in to anything I want.â Perhaps an overstatement and generalisation, but the point for him stood. As far as he knew he was dealing with just a woman here, a humanoid woman. Maybe she was a Timelord, maybe she had hidden abilities, but it all came down to simple biology in the end. Humanoids could be turned in to things, and he delighted in doing it to people who were where he didnât think they should be.
Things werenât made any clearer for him when she commented on the floor. That was confusing, more than anything, and had him regarding her with less menace - still some, naturally - and more curiosity. âJust what are you, then, if you donât know your own name?â he asked. âTell me that, and we can consider you rising to your feet.â
âI know you can; Iâve seen you do it. Iâm just not entirely sure whether hurting this body would hurt me. In the long run, I meanâIâm sure it would still hurt in the moment, and Iâd rather avoid that.â Sheâs quite genuinely curious, though she realises that her words could sound a little bit antagonising.
âIâmâŠâ Head tilting, a look of confusion crosses her expression. âI donât know. Iâm not used to having a body. Or⊠talking.â She pauses; sighs. âYouâre not my thief. My thief would know.â Her thief, of course, being the Master. With the limited access that she currently has to her own mind, thatâs the most appropriate word she can find. âBut youâre my thiefâs thief, and thatâs not close enough.â Not close enough to the TARDIS, that isâthey may have had their silent fights over chairs and other silly things, but theyâve never spoken like this, so he rather irritatingly canât immediately recognise the way she speaks. Suddenly, her eyes light up with an idea. âOh! I make a noise. You know the noise.â
The noise of a TARDIS. Thankfully, she can still make it in this form. Slowly, she raises a hand to her chest; coughs, then fills the room with the very recognisable sound of a TARDIS taking off. Itâs clearly coming from herâthe actual ship is clearly still powered down, and itâs coming from her direction. âSee? I travel. I make the noise. Thatâs what I am.â
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Though he didnât enjoy having to stay behind on the TARDIS whilst Missy went off to do other things, he appreciated that certain areas called for a âTimelord onlyâ presence. If anyone could handle themselves, it would always be Missy and well, so could he. An eternity together would be a blessing, but time apart to do things themselves would be necessary also.Â
So he remained on the TARDIS, reading a book to learn a language from a planet he hadnât heard of until a month ago, simply because he could. It was peaceful, educational and enjoyable. That was until the commotion that had him dropping the book down and leaping in to action, taken by surprise but not wanting to be taken otherwise.
He cocked an eyebrow at the word being directed - he thought - his way, and guffawed with disdain. âI can assure you, Dearie,â he began. âIâm many things, but a thief? I am not.â He did however have a hand lifted, not that she would know it but he was ready and braced to use his magic to attack her should he need to do so.
âNow you have until the count of three to tell me who you are and what youâre doing here, before I turn you in to something Iâm able to step on.â His voice was calm but there was a hint of menace to it that he simply hadnât bothered to hide. He wasnât going to let anything happen to the TARDIS, and he certainly wasnât going to let someone get away with this.Â
Head suddenly snapping up to look at him, she sits back on her heels. âThatâs an odd threat.â She says, more than a little taken aback by it. âIâm not even sure if you can do that.â Not because she doesnât know his abilityâno, sheâs watched him use his magic before. Sheâs just not sure how well that would translate into hurting her, specifically. âBut I donât want to find out.â Hands brush over the bottom of her dress, flattening the material over her knees as she speaks. âIâm not here to hurt you. Iâm here becauseâŠâ Confusion flicks over her expression for a moment, and then she finishes with; âI think someoneâs trying to hurt me. As for who I amâIâm not sure about a name. Iâll have to find out.â Thereâs so many thoughts all rushing through her head at once, and grabbing onto one is harder than sheâs used to. Right now, finding a name is the least of her worries.
âEverything feels⊠compressed. Sorry, I justâI need a minute to get my head straight.â Sucking in a breath, Idris lays her hands flat on the floor beside her knees, watching as she splays her fingers out. Then, all of a sudden, she looks back up at him. âDo you mind if I stand up? Iâve never noticed how hard this floor is from the inside.â
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@darkerdeariegold ( a starter you did not ask for )
One of the most important rules when it comes to owning a TARDIS is to make sure she stays happy. One of the other most important rules is to make sure she stays put.
A TARDIS cannot survive for long in anything that isnât her casing, and without her Matrixâher soulâthe physical, travelling form of the TARDIS cannot move. She is stuck. She is dead. The constant, quiet psychic hum of the TARDIS vanishes all at once. Just outside, a woman breathes her first breath.
Thoughts swim through her head, none of them following a linear order, and she pushes her way into the ship as if that would help clear them. The eerie green glow of the emergency lighting fills the console room, and all non-important areas of the ship are plunged into darkness. Legs collapse beneath her, and Idris ends up on her knees, a golden glow covering her skin and a panicked expression on her face.
A scream echoes around her. It takes her a second too long to realise that it was her own. The fact that she had made that noise startles her just enough that she momentarily forgets her panic, and she tries to make another noise. Into the darkness, she shouts; âThief!â
#v; tbd#rumple ( darkerdeariegold ) || idris#HI YOU DID NOT ASK FOR THIS BUT HELLO AHEJRKF#I figure that itâs in their verse and missy has left him alone on the TARDIS while she does something#something she had to do On Her Own and she said sheâll be back in a few hours#so he has to deal with this alone ahsjdnf
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@capaciityforpain
âI havenât heard you playing your guitar today.â She puts far too much emphasis on making a hard âGâ, and seems to momentarily amuse herself with it.
Missy sits on her piano; leans forwards slightly as if that would actually make much of a difference in bringing herself any closer to him. She bites her lip and bats her eyelashes, and looks at him as if sheâs been terribly naughty. âA little birdie told me it mightâve gone missingâŠâ
#i hope this is okay!#v; my heart is maintained by the doctor ( missy )#rp: queen of evil#twelve ( capaciityforpain ) || missy
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âGood.â The Doctor lets out a relieved breath on hearing that he would be stuck on Earth, pleased that theyâd be able to continue travelling. There are places sheâd like to show Lilith, and even though her TARDIS is infinite and rather interesting, she already knows sheâd hate leaving her here while she went off on her own adventures. âYouâd be safe in mâ TARDIS anyway, but if heâs stuck on Earth, it means we can go places. Thereâs lots of different planets I think youâd like.â She looks over at Adam, and smiles softly. âLots of planets heâd like, too.â
And thatâs an interesting thoughtâhaving a baby here, travelling with her. Growing up around her. Sheâd wanted that for baby Melody, and sheâd wanted that for her great-grandson, but neither of those ideas had gone to plan. But this time⊠Well, she shouldnât get ahead of herself. Lilith could very well end up finding someone better, or the threat might go away, orâŠ
At her offer, the Doctor grins. âIâd love to, if yâ donât mind. Iâve always loved kids. Been a while since Iâve held one, but itâs not the sort of thing you forget how to do.â
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âThat makes sense,â she hums, because if someone is going to create people, it seems logical to give them the ability to understand all the languages theyâll need to know. âItâs a good ability to haveâknowing that many languages. Yâcan communicate with lots of people.â The Doctorâs always been proud of her ability to speak with almost anyone, and it seems to come in handy a good portion of the time. âWell, if youâre going to be staying with me for a little while, you might have a chance to pick up a few more. Though the TARDIS can translate if you donât.â Sumarian. She recognises the name of that languageâitâs one sheâs learned, sheâs sure of it. âYeah? I like that one, too. Been a while since Iâve heard it, though.â
She quite likes it when Lilith brings Adam over to have a look, just because itâs always nice to have someone interested in the things sheâs doing. âYeah, lots of important things. Orâthings that have belonged to important people.â The word âimportantâ is incredibly subjective, but she means people important to her. And most people fit that description, if sheâs known them for more than a day and havenât been trying to kill her. The collection seems a little bit oddâthereâs a denim jacket that was left behind by Rose Tyler, and a pair of sunglasses on a shelf that belonged to Amy Pondâbut it all makes sense to her. Everything has its place.
Itâs encouraging to see that Adam likes the mobile, and the Doctor smiles as he goes to touch it. âYouâre welcome.â She says with a nod, letting out a breath. âIâve got the space, anywayâand the cot. So itâs not exactly putting me out to have you here.â Far from that, actuallyâhaving someone here is exciting. Sheâs missed it immensely, and often finds herself speaking aloud as if someone is around to hear her.
âDâya think heâs limited to looking for you on Earth?â
âThatâs trueâŠ.â Lilith allowed, âBut languages are also power. Thingsâspells, for instanceâthat are translated from their original text areâŠunavoidably dilutedâ They could still work, of course, but Lilith preferred the potency of something cast in its original language with the full power of its original intent. Though of course with Lilithâs own level of power she could usually make anything work no matter theâŠalterations. But it didnât surprise her that The Doctorâs first thoughts had been to communication instead; in the time Lilith had known her, she had struck the first witch as someone who found connections and people of greater importance than anything else. Sheâd met types like that before over the millennia; they usually ended up being killed, victims ofâŠignorance and mob mentality. Or their own naivety.Â
âImportantâ Lilith repeated, angling herself a little so she could see some of the many items that cluttered the cupboard, but she could see nothing of anyâŠquantifiable value and privately wondered if the Doctorâs definition of âimportantâ was more personal than official. But despite her wish to dismiss the entire concept as absurd orâŠridiculously sentimental, a weakness, Lilith couldnât deny she now understood something of that mentality. If she didnât, she would have thrown Adamâs ring away the moment he was killed, and she certainly wouldnât wear it on her left hand.Â
âLucifer is powerful, but heâs not a Godâ no matter how he pretends otherwiseâ so I believe heâs limited to earth, yes,â Lilith confirmed, even as her son continued to bat and reach out for the mobile, entirely oblivious to the sudden solemnity of his Motherâs conversation. âBut even if he wasnât he wouldnât think to look further. Aside from the fact he often underestimates me, he isnâtâŠ.imaginative enough to think so far afield as actual spaceâ At least, Lilith hoped he wasnât. As relatively sure as she felt that he couldnât follow her here, she wasnât exactly eager toâŠ.test the theory.Â
âWhich means that, finally, Adamâs safeâ Lilith concluded, feeling the relief of that reality rush through her. She moved to settle her son in the cot heâd just been gifted, but glancing at the Doctor, at her eager and enthusiastic expression, as well as considering everything sheâd done for them, Lilith pressed her lips together in momentary debate before asking;Â âDid you want hold him?â
#thirteen is happy to be one of those few#she loves babies#rp: madwoman in a box#lilith ( magaprima ) || thirteen#v; not who i thought i was ( thirteen )
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The Master stares right back at him as she runs her fingertips over his lapels. Thatâs something she always likes doing with himâgetting too close as a method of intimidation. Breaking the boundaries of personal space. âNow, now, loveâcanât a girl pay a visit to her best enemy without being accused of trying to force him into something?â But sheâd already killed someone; shrunk them down with her TCE, and she presumes he saw the body. Not that it mattersâthey werenât anyone important.
Old eyes look back at his challenger, amusement sparkling in their depths. Heâs calm and confident, which meant trouble for whoeverâs trying to go up against him. âWhatever it is youâre trying to get me to say or do, it wonât work.âÂ
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The Lumiat blinked in surprise at his tone. In her memories of the Doctor⊠well, she thought he mightâve come across a little less harshly. But she can hardly blame him for itâshe has been lying to him, after all. âRight. Sorry. Youâre just⊠not the Doctor that I was looking for. It seemed better to pretend I didnât know you at all. Spoilers, and all that.â
âOh, donât waste our time pretending you donât know me. You canât really afford it, anyway.â
#if you donât know who the Lumiat is then do not worry sheâs from the audios but the doctor wonât know who she is either#also I hope this okay ahajskdk#rp: the illumination explanation#v; just wants to be loved ( lumiat )
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âThat makes sense,â she hums, because if someone is going to create people, it seems logical to give them the ability to understand all the languages theyâll need to know. âItâs a good ability to haveâknowing that many languages. Yâcan communicate with lots of people.â The Doctorâs always been proud of her ability to speak with almost anyone, and it seems to come in handy a good portion of the time. âWell, if youâre going to be staying with me for a little while, you might have a chance to pick up a few more. Though the TARDIS can translate if you donât.â Sumarian. She recognises the name of that languageâitâs one sheâs learned, sheâs sure of it. âYeah? I like that one, too. Been a while since Iâve heard it, though.â
She quite likes it when Lilith brings Adam over to have a look, just because itâs always nice to have someone interested in the things sheâs doing. âYeah, lots of important things. Orâthings that have belonged to important people.â The word âimportantâ is incredibly subjective, but she means people important to her. And most people fit that description, if sheâs known them for more than a day and havenât been trying to kill her. The collection seems a little bit oddâthereâs a denim jacket that was left behind by Rose Tyler, and a pair of sunglasses on a shelf that belonged to Amy Pondâbut it all makes sense to her. Everything has its place.
Itâs encouraging to see that Adam likes the mobile, and the Doctor smiles as he goes to touch it. âYouâre welcome.â She says with a nod, letting out a breath. âIâve got the space, anywayâand the cot. So itâs not exactly putting me out to have you here.â Far from that, actuallyâhaving someone here is exciting. Sheâs missed it immensely, and often finds herself speaking aloud as if someone is around to hear her.
âDâya think heâs limited to looking for you on Earth?â
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âOh,â she hummed, not really sure what sheâd expected. âEvery time Iâve gone through a portal, itâs been⊠well, it wasnât through something solid. Itâs always been connected to an actual doorway, orâI had a big cardboard box, once, but the back was missing, so yâjust crawled straight through. It was just like walking through the TARDIS doors, but smaller. And there was a lot more snow on the other side.â
âEvery Earth language, then.â She corrected absentmindedly, as her eyes flicked over the objects in her cupboard. âEarth is only one planet, in one solar system, in a tiny corner of the universe. Itâs my favourite corner of the universe, butâthereâs a lot more out there. Thousands more languages to learn.â Not that she was trying to be condescending, and she did hope it wasnât coming across that way. There was just⊠a lot to learn. Plenty of places to see. âI donât know many people who can speak all the Earth languages, though. Is that a genetic thingâlike, Witches are faster at picking things upâor have you just had a lot of time on your hands?â Not that she was judgingâfar from it, in fact, when the Doctor spoke almost every language in the known universe. Sheâd had a lot of time on her hands.
âWell,â she started, as she moved things around in the cupboard; pulling out completely random assortments of items to make herself room to get further in, âthis is my cupboard of important things.â Though, really, there were far more important things on her TARDIS than what she kept stored in one little corner of her libraryâantidotes to poisons; spare components that sheâd need if the ship broke downâbut these things were important to her. They held sentimental value. âAnd I know that Iâve gotâAha!â Triumphantly, she poked her head back out into the room, and grinned. âFound it!â
A moment later, she walked back into the room, carrying a very old looking cot. It was still sturdy, and perfectly good for what it was meant for, but the TARDIS-blue paint wasnât as bright as it once had been. The Doctor looked lost in thought, for a moment, as she looked it overâran a finger over the High Gallifreyan circular writing on the side of the cotâand then snapped back to reality as she looked back at the two of them. âYâdonât have to use this in the long run, butâhe can sleep in this for now, if yâlike.â With a soft smile, she flicked the mobile hanging over the cot; making the stars and the planets spin. âJusâ so he has somewhere.â
âWell, Iâve never really had the desire or the means to travel any further than earthly or infernal realms before,â Lilith answered. And if sheâd never before travelled beyond all that, then why would she have any desire or interest in learning languages from beyond it too? Lilith was intelligent and well read and she enjoyed knowledge, not just for the power and freedom it often brought, but for the general interest of it tooâŠ.but speaking a language that no one in her own singular cosmos could wasnât the sort ofâŠunuseable knowledge Lilith would have had any interest in retaining.Â
âAnd I was created when there were very few languages in the worldâŠand the False God that made me could speak all of them. Naturally, he wanted me and my ex-husband to be able to speak them tooâ Lilith explained further, âThe restâŠthey came over time. Living for thousands of years in this one âtiny corner of the universeâ means itâs inevitable you pick up the languagesâŠeven when humanity starts to forget themâ She paused for a moment, before adding, âI like Sumerianâ But that language was long dead now. English, for itâs frequency, was certainly the most convenient.Â
âA cupboard of important things?â Lilith raised an eyebrow at the Doctor even as she gently tickled Adamâs feet. Her son, however, seemed much more interested in the chaos being pulled out piece by piece from the cupboard in question, and Lilith couldnât deny that her own curiosity was piqued too. Eventually, giving in to it, Lilith scooped Adam up in her arms and stood so that they both could get a better look at just what precisely the Doctor was trying to find.Â
It turned out to be something much more practical than Lilith had been expecting.Â
âA cotâ She said in mild surprise, walking over to it. âYou found a cot for himâ First the Spellman sisters and the coven, now the DoctorâŠall of them helping Lilith in ways she hadnât even asked for. She had grown so used over the millennia to people offering her the bare minimum of help, if they offered any at all, that the frequency with which certain people had been goingâŠabove and beyond lately was bewildering her. Adam reached out eagerly the moment the other woman flicked the mobile, his tiny hands desperately trying to grab at them. Lilith moved closer so he could touch the planets with the tips of his fingers, and she watched him for a moment before turning her attention back to the Doctor.
 âThank youâ The weight of her words made it blatantly clear her gratitude was for much more than just the cot.Â
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My Muse has disappeared and rumour goes that they have died. Send me a ââŁâ for my Muse to appear on your doorstep years later.
Or send a âÛ”â for reversed.
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