His bespoke psychopath. A trained assassin, ex-convict, wife, mother and professor. แดฟแดพ/แถ แตแตแต
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River Song roleplay account. Multiverse/ship. AU based. 21+ writer. Triggering content/NSFW. Mirrored detail. Penned by Nixie.
"Long day," she admits, taking a deep breath as she settles into the ground.
"Field trip. Got quite intense."
Rolling her eyes, getting down to the ground to lay beside him. To reassure him she's fine, of course.
"Put that away."
She's lying comfortably, head turned to the side to rest against his stomach for comfort. Not that anything's wrong, she just wants to be touched.
"Boys and their toys," she hums teasingly.
Has @SongThroughTimeโs head in his lap whilst he fiddles with the settings of his screwdriver and putting an update on it. A Stevie wonder record playing behind them.
"The TARDIS should be able to do that automatically if you let her..."
She's already trailing off. She is indeed now going to be lying in the bath for the rest of the afternoon.
Ohh. He's driving her insane.
Eyes rolling, she's stimping down the steps towards him, hands on hips.
"Either that's going to stop this very second, or I'm going to go and spend the next two hours in the bath."
"Oh my...!"
She's bursting into giggles.
"Hello, sweetie."
Popping out of a big presents, heโs wrapped himself in wrapping paper all for @SongThroughTime
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Star of #Vแดssแดส. Fourteenth Doctor. DW RP. Will contain spoilers. Stay-at-home Time Lord. Brother. Father. Uncle. In therapy, definitely. Living life one day at a time.
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Starter for @DomesticatedDoc.
It's late on a 2012 Summer night, on Earth. The archaeologist sits in her parents' living room, hand cupping her forehead to rub her temple's. She knows there's no point in even trying to get to sleep. It's only a matter of minutes before Evie +
awakes again. Whether it's a nightmare, pain or sickness, ever since they got her back from the Order, Evie never sleeps for more than an hour at a time.
It's why she's at her parents. At least then there's three people to help care for her. And then, there should be four. +
She looks up at him with a gentle smile, pulling the corners of the coat around herself.
"I don't have to try. You're always always busy running."
The door opens and she turns around. She's half expected her daughter to be stood there, having woken up in the middle of the night, but it's her husband.
She stays in her seat, beckoning him over with a simple smile.