musebox - January 2nd, 2012

02 January 2012 @ 12:07 am

Unexpected is the new expected.

[As soon as you open your eyes, you realize this... isn't the TARDIS you know. Instead of soothing greens and oranges, a glass floor, a metal yet rather comfortable (alien technology, you've got to love it) grating around the console, the room is clean and neat. Smaller than you remembered, even down to the small console in the center of the room. But more than that, its so white in here.]

Jo? Jo, have you seen my coat? I swear I left it in the menagerie, but its like its simply vanished and- [A man comes into view, white hair, pale skin, old and yet dignified, carrying mystery and a strange sort of attraction in him despite his years. Perhaps its simply the power he hasn't yet stopped giving off. The knowledge shining behind those twinkling eyes of his. The ability to do just almost anything.

But either way, its not the man you know, and its more than obvious that he doesn't know you either.] Who are you, and how did you get in here? It simply isn't possible, we're in flight and- Jo. What have you done to Jo?!

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02 January 2012 @ 12:44 am

the hunt.

[There are times when John simply can't help himself. Where the call to fight simply bypass all of his laziness and he has to run and hunt. It usually happens during the full moon in the middle of April, but with so much of Rose's blood in his system its been happening more and more lately, whether the moon is at its fullest or there is no sign of it in the night's sky. He simply has to hunt.

Which is why, tonight, he's crouched on a tree in the London countryside, one tongue pressing against one of the more prominent fangs - the stereotypical vampire fangs, actually - that he's allowed to drop down, his eyes blazing crimson in the dark of the night sky. His sneakers slip slightly on the branch, the grip of his hands catching him and keeping him steady as he adjusts his positioning, eyes boring into the treetops below as if he could see right through them. And, in a way, he can.

The heat of living bodies in the forest below, the sound of hearts fluttering, blood rushing. things living beings can't help. Things vampires can always sense. It gives him a unique look at the forest below, makes it so easy to track down the movement of any living thing beneath him.

And yet, despite all of that, there's just one person who's managed to elude his senses tonight. His main prey. Blending into the collective heartbeat of the forest, far enough downwind that he can't pick up the unique scent of her blood. But just you wait, Rose Tyler. This game of tag is far from over. Vampires are inherently stubborn creatures, just as much as wolves are. And he has the laziness of a demon to aide in his simply sitting and waiting for prey to fall into his lap.

Then again, he supposes Rose has the value of Patience to aide her, so the point is moot, really. But either way, he is going to win tonight. He's determined.]

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02 January 2012 @ 07:02 am

Never seen the good in Goodbye.

[He can't believe this is real, sometimes. That after all this time he has Rose with him, even for a little while. Even if he's technically blackmailing her to stay. Keeping something from her, something she needs to go back home. But he knows as well as she does that... all she needs to do is ask. He can't refute that. He can't keep her from her destiny forever.

And yet, she never asks. So he never gives her up.

But days like today are always harder than most. The milestones, the times. He'd never known her much, aside from that first day. But yet he'd lost half of himself when he'd run into that room, a few seconds too late, her body burnt on the floor. It's been two hundred years to the day since he'd lost her. A girl he'd only just met, and yet already loved with every fiber of his being. With every beating inch of his two hearts. Nine hundred years and he'd never had the capacity for love. Not even the possibility of it. Not true love, anyway. And then the war had come and gone, and as he regenerated, that final hold on himself just snapped.

And then there had been Rose. For a day. And then death, and pain, and destruction. He'd lost himself for so long, from the day he'd broken the news to Jackie, a woman he'd never even met to the day she'd stumbled from another Universe, not only Rose... but a Rose who knew him. Who had lost her own Doctor in just as painful a way.

Two hundred years to the day. Which is probably why he'd simply walked up to her, looking like hell itself after his morning mission with UNIT and had just wrapped his arms around her, held her to him, looking all the world like he was about to cry.

Because this morning, as his men had celebrated their victory, he'd glanced up at the sky... and seen a star blink out of existence.

It was time to send Rose home. It was time for her to save the Universe and for him... to keep fighting to save the war-strewn Earth.]

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