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oddbod: (put on your winter coat)

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[personal profile] oddbod 2018-09-29 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
They took Jim.

[And Frank, and Bobbie, all in the last week, but Jim...

She really wanted to save him.]
oddbod: (and we're coming for blood)

[personal profile] oddbod 2018-09-29 04:28 pm (UTC)(link)
[She's hesitant, for a second; she didn't contact River because she needs company, or some kind of empty consolation. This is about the people who need saving, not the lonely person they left behind.]

Observation deck.

[Dammit.]
oddbod: (my mind's like a deadly disease)

[personal profile] oddbod 2018-09-29 04:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Clara reaches for the glass, barely turning her attention towards River. Her face is still and bleak, utterly worn, and the checked pajama pants bagging around house shoes is nearly as unkempt as the woman gets.]

He's dead, back home. Properly dead. [One sip of the disgusting liquor. She barely wrinkles her nose, this time.] I said I'd take him with me when we got out, if he wanted.

[It's not meant to stir up sympathies. If anything, it's evidence of her own foolishness. Proof that her skin isn't near thick enough for this terrible, infinite life she's acquired.]
oddbod: (and i cannot rise above it)

[personal profile] oddbod 2018-09-29 05:27 pm (UTC)(link)
[That had certainly been part of their bond, the distinct sort of loss that came from being the one who'd died, the one who'd left everyone to mourn. His sudden absence hurts more than she wants it to, for what little time they had together.]

I know. [There are so many places he could be, even within their reach. So why does this feel so overwhelming? Why does she feel utterly lost right now?] And I'm trying to believe he's okay, but-

[But it's bigger than him. Bigger even than the others, than Frank and Alex and Amos and Bobbie. Because this isn't going to stop, she's realizing. People are always going to be taken from her, whether it's by time or by peril, and she can't do a damn thing.]

... I shouldn't have gotten close to him. I can't keep doing that.
oddbod: (cast their eyes right to the ground)

[personal profile] oddbod 2018-09-29 06:36 pm (UTC)(link)
[At River's words, she feels blind, raw anger bubble up in her throat. How could she get close? How can River see that as a possibility, after all the pain Clara has spilled out onto her? She wants to scream, and fight, and rail.

She doesn't. Her face, blank and miserable, barely twitches. Everything in her is too tired for this.]


Being immortal's not about living forever. It's about everyone else dying.

[It's what the Doctor told her once, his spirit wounded. Now, months later, she feels like she really hears those words for the first time. She sees so clearly what she's facing.]

I don't know if I can do it.
oddbod: (another fish in the sea)

[personal profile] oddbod 2018-09-29 10:17 pm (UTC)(link)
[It wasn't love, Clara wants to argue, but it would really be beside the point. It was certainly enough fondness that the loss of it stings.

She closes her eyes and tightens her fingers around the glass.]


Whether or not they want it.

[There's no anger in her voice, though, nor in her heart. The Doctor saved her from death, at the cost of unnatural life. Had she not offered Jim the same opportunity?]

I know what he's like, after he loses people. I don't want to become that.

Fasti - letter

[personal profile] ex_one_shot695 2018-10-15 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
[A note is found slipped under the door of River's room the next time she returns:]

I talked to Adam, and he's interested in the idea. Let's see what you can do. Stop by the clinic. Adam will leave a list of merchants and things he needs for the clinic, along with some money for the purchases. I hope you can bargain for more than just perfume.

- Frank
wolfofdunwall: (up close)

fasti: action

[personal profile] wolfofdunwall 2018-10-26 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he made a mistake.

or, no, it was something deeper than a mistake. was a step back into the man he used to be (the man he still in many ways is; the man he may never entirely escape), and it was so easy. worrisome, as well.

whatever the case, the woman hadn't deserved his snide treatment. not after sharing a secret that obviously held meaning for her. and while river has been a persistent pest, daud hadn't exactly been reciprocal in his demands for information. at all.

so he owes her. if anyone owes anything... yes. he needs to speak to her.

which is why he approaches her room that same night, bottle of liquor in hand. which is why he knocks on the door - three sharp raps - and waits, expression unreadable. ]
wolfofdunwall: (don't start)

[personal profile] wolfofdunwall 2018-10-27 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he gives her just enough of a scan to note the state she’s in,then fixes his gaze on her eyes, managing not to shake his head. of course she’d be half-dressed right now, looking put out for whatever reason. of course this couldn’t be easy.

(she doesn’t want him looking into the room. that means something; he’s not certain what.)

he adjusts his hold on the bottle, cocks his head slightly. ]


Is this a bad time.
wolfofdunwall: (drink)

[personal profile] wolfofdunwall 2018-10-27 08:40 pm (UTC)(link)
I wanted to speak with you.

[ 'about—' he should continue. he knows he should continue, but the words catch in his throat at the sight of her irritation. he hadn't come here to be warded off, treated like some bother. she ought to listen, she ought to be grateful he's—

he's doing it again. by the fucking void, he's doing it again.

daud looks away, takes a breath. ]


If you have a moment.
wolfofdunwall: (red)

[personal profile] wolfofdunwall 2018-10-27 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he's a little surprised that she doesn't hurl further questions. and he does hear whispers of that conversation, catching enough to understand more or less what's going on. which. might explain some measure of her irritation. and would explain why she'd been lacking so much clothing.

he doesn't ask about the voice inside her room, though a part of him itches toward a snide remark. it isn't his business, though, and he's already on thin ice with her. instead, when they've reached the courtyard, he holds the bottle out toward her. ]


This is yours.

What I said earlier. My behavior.

It was unwarranted.
wolfofdunwall: (eh)

[personal profile] wolfofdunwall 2018-10-27 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
[ of course. of course that's her reply. of course she'd make this more difficult than it has to be.

this time, though he shakes his head a little sharply, there's no real prickle of irritation. daud's too keenly aware of how far he'd erred. too aware as well of his impulses to flare up at her. he has to keep a calm head if he's going to do this. has to remember what he's done, and what was undeserved.

still. he wishes she'd take the fucking bottle, at least. he feels out of sorts, standing here with an unwanted gift. ]


You shared something of your past with me. I know that isn't easy. Or without meaning.
wolfofdunwall: (coffee)

[personal profile] wolfofdunwall 2018-10-28 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
No, it's—

River.

[ he turns, doesn't try to follow or lay a hand on her. he can't hide his discomfort, or he doesn't try to; is too wrapped up in a tangle of figuring out how to address this problem. ]

What happened earlier. It's—

[ he's doing this wrong. he doesn't precisely know how to proceed. ]

Historically, I haven't been accustomed to cooperation.
Edited (wordss) 2018-10-28 01:28 (UTC)

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