Charles makes his way up the stairs, the floorboards creaking underneath his feet. Each room that he checks is empty, apart from the last one at the end of the hall. It a room, small and filled with toys for a child. A girl, he assumes, as stuffed bears line one of the walls.
Are you here to kill me too? A delicate voice asks in his mind.
He turns his head to find a young girl, she must have been around six or seven, scrunched into a corner with her knees pulled closely to her chest. Her (h/c) is frassled and her eyes are red and puffy.
"No, I'm not." Charles replies, stepping a littl
Story by Kulkum
“Keep your eyes open, Judith,”
The fox said, his voice holding a low tone of authority. In this instance, it was an authority that she had handed over to him as they drew closer to their destination. Violet eyes were forced open again, meeting his in such a way that he could see the reflection of his own face. Eyes that had only just begun to glow a faint ghostly yellow were unblinking, holding her still as they sat in the quiet space between three large maple trees. “Do not look away again. You have seen my true self, stood in my fire. This should be nothing to you.”
“I had almost forgotten,” came her murmured reply, which at the very least was not trembling. Her nose twitched, however, and her ears had fallen to lay flat against her back as she straightened herself. “I am ready this time.”
Taking her at her word that she was prepare
A low growl rumbled out of its throat and was followed by the sound of thick gobs of saliva splattering against the ground. Step by step it quietly lurked through the forest, disengaged from its surroundings and focused only on one thing: the weighty, throbbing sensation that was settled at the back of its smooth, carapace like head.
It could sense her not far off in the distance. Several hundred meters at best.
Tilting its head, it took note of everything else it sensed in the area. The trees, thick with thin, black little leaves that rustled every so slightly against the winds whisper, the insects that chirped in annoyance at being stepped over, the animals that shied away from it, and most of all
We laughed as cheap wine spilled on the floor.
We covered the scent with milk.
I was safe covered in my black hoodie,
And you were safe covered in the words you'd weave
Making up for what I wasn't saying.
Did we know then through some kind of telepathy
That we were broken in the same way?
Just running in different directions.
I was anger you were sadness;
But we were both fear.
Fear of being alone, you draw me to you.
Voices and stories and more words.
Fear of being close, I kept you at a distance.
Silence, clipped sentences, stuck in my head.
Still we end up in the same motionless dance.
Time passes and a silent agreement is made:
I will think for you and you will feel for me.
I know you can't handle the touch of thought,
Pulling you into darkness.
And I can't stand the touch of fingers,
Burning my skin.
You learned to sew and I play music.
We both ended up with our hands
Tied together in string.
You sewed them
"...A blue cat?" you say, confused. Banner shakes his head, scribbling down on his notepad. "Not even close...Something is preventing you from using your telepathy willingly."
"You mean besides a headache?" you throw in. Banner doesn't say anything, just smiles. You both are in the lab, Banner trying to help you 'develop' your new mind-reading talent. You still felt awkward and rude, invading the minds of others, but Banner assured you he was alright with you reading his mind. "Nothing can undo what I've already done," he told you, "you're not going to be seeing anything you can't already find on YouTube." It still made you a little edgy, but to know he trusts you comforts you slightly.
"Alright," Banner says after a long scribble of words,"I've seen no progress, but I think I know why."
"Does something have to happen in
The title "Time Lord" implies a certain noble solemnity; on Earth, it would suggest fancy wine, musty libraries, marble statuary and long, echoing hallways. The being who would, later in his personal timeline, come to be known as the Doctor danced around the antique console with all the dignity and gravitas of a small child at Christmas.
"You like her?" asked his companion, stepping out of the way with a wary expression; when the not-yet-Doctor gets excited, he has a tendency to forget about everything but the object of his fixation, including anything that might get in his way. "I never cared for the Type 40 myself. Clumsy controls, outdated technology, and, welljust ancient."
"Like her?" exclaimed the not-yet-Doctor. "I love her! How old must she be now? Two millennia at least"
"Two thousand, four hundred and thirty-two years, if you'd bothered to read the panel before charging in here," interjected his friend.
"Yes, yes," sai
Rose smiled back up at him and in a moment they were sharing a kiss, lost in the euphoric knowledge that they were truly together at last. The Doctor still donned his fancy black suit and Rose was still wrapped in her beautiful white wedding dress. Only moments ago, or perhaps it was hours, they had been wed. The reception seemed all at once a blur and a time that they both knew they would never forget. The TARDIS now carried them away to a honeymoon like no other through the mysteries of time and space.
"Where are we off too?" Rose asked with a laugh. The Doctor had allowed her to plan their entire wedding without his getting in the way on the sole condition he got to plan their honeymoon, and he had chosen to keep their final destination a sec
There's something I want you to know
Something you need to hear
And something I want to tell you
You are beautiful
I want to be telepathic
I want to walk by and
Whisper into your mind
Like a whisper in your ear
You are beautiful
I want to perform inception
I want the notion to take root
I want you to believe it because it's true
Tall, short, skinny, thick, light, dark
And everything in between
Whether you be a man or woman
The undefined, indefinable, and defying
You are beautiful
Don't doubt it
Don't listen to the demons in your head,
The disses spat by the ones who doubt themselves
You are beautiful
While I'm here I want to tell you something else -
When you are upset and feeling alone
Remember you are one of my six billion siblings
And you are special, unique, and important -
I love you