“Don’t make find a magnet to take that thing off your face.” Winter felt at her back pocket before rolling her eyes at herself. Of course she didn’t have her weapon or VM with her. “An’ ha!” She crowed a bit. “W-Whatever you are he’s not lettin’ you know.” Still she stepped back, eyes going wide when the Doctor peeked through.
“Let me help!”
“You think you can help him.” The humour was evident in Mr. Clever’s voice, and his eyes creased at the corners as he smiled at her — a smile that one the Doctor might have been endearing, but on him? Was very definitely less so. “How wonderfully naïve. No wonder he’s so endeared by you.”
Of course her stomach knots up at that. She fell silent for a moment, hands balling into fists at her sides. “Never hurts to offer,” was her quiet retort. “…What are you? You’re not a demon. Not somethin’ I’ve run into before. An’ don’t think that insultin’ me ‘s gonna do anythin’.” In her mind she was trying to think of something, anything, to help.
“…Oh dear.” She stood a little straighter and watched him silently. Demon? Shaking her head to herself, she worked to fight off the nervousness and fear. “Well he’s a good guy, my Doctor. Hence the cookies. Which you wasted, by the way.” Yes. Let’s get cranky at the creepy Not Doctor. Good idea.
“Oh, cry me a river,” came Mr Clever’s snide response, and he made a show of rolling his eyes, his mouth creasing into a sardonic frown, his upper lip curled a bit in a half-pout. “Boo hoo for the cookies. What are you, then? Not human… not completely… but still compatible, I thi—iiiink you should get out of here, Winter!”
The Doctor slid a hand down the side of his face, forehead creased in frustration.
“Shut up.”
“Don’t make find a magnet to take that thing off your face.” Winter felt at her back pocket before rolling her eyes at herself. Of course she didn’t have her weapon or VM with her. “An’ ha!” She crowed a bit. “W-Whatever you are he’s not lettin’ you know.” Still she stepped back, eyes going wide when the Doctor peeked through.
“Let me help!”
wininthetardis said:Whoa. Okay. Winter blinked at him, eyes narrowing slightly as she tilted her head to the side. “You feelin’ all right, darlin’? Seems like an’ awful angry reaction for a cookie.” A small frown slid onto her features. The waste of a cookie!“Ohhh, I’m just peachy keen,” said Mr. Clever with a slow smile, and he appraised Winter carefully. “Never better. He’s a bit of honey, isn’t he, this Doctor of yours? Drawing you in like flies.”
“…Oh dear.” She stood a little straighter and watched him silently. Demon? Shaking her head to herself, she worked to fight off the nervousness and fear. “Well he’s a good guy, my Doctor. Hence the cookies. Which you wasted, by the way.” Yes. Let’s get cranky at the creepy Not Doctor. Good idea.
Cover my skin with violet bruises, | Make my body a work of art; | Break into my mind with lust, | And slowly tear my heart apart.
Napoleon stayed stood up until Winter motioned for him to sit down which he did straight away, eyes searching the area in search for any other vampires. He’d soon be on guard if he laid his eyes on one, he didn’t exactly get on well with them to say the least. “Depends on where the vampire is from I suppose. I’m only half vampire, I don’t have the ‘fancy mojo’.”
“You sure about that?” She inquired once he sat down. The way his gaze shifted left little to the imagination. Part of her wanted to tell him that he was okay but she didn’t know if it would actually help. “Cause…I mean ‘m part angel an’ I have a few tricks up my sleeve. Y’never know. Could be a case of the same with you.”
“No one I’ve ever bitten has forgotten and I tend to keep my ‘victims’ alive.” Nape cracked a smile as he air quoted with his fingers. “Of course I slip up on occasion but so be it.” He let one hand rest in his lap whilst the other brushed his hair back out of his face. “What kind of tricks?”
“Oh.” Winter looked a bit surprised at that but nodded. “Well that definitely makes things a little easier then. Why not make them forget? I mean…wouldn’t people knowin’ make things more dangerous?” At the mention of slipping up, she shrugs a shoulder. “Everyone messes up sometimes, Pole.” After a moment of silence, she gave him a small half smile. “I can sorta heal people? An’ there’s the obvious flyin’. Sometimes I can show my husband things. Like in our heads. But ‘m not good at it.”
Oh, you know, trying to stop the world from ending.
Oh. Just that. Right. You’d think that’d take a little…Inter area cooperation. I mean…Did y’kinda help stop that once before?
I did. But the hosts of heaven weren’t quite so involved that time around.
Anytime Upper Management gets involved it seems like it’d be a bad thing.
…Anythin’ I can help with?
onemoreunhappysoul has entered the bakery
“Hello an’ welcome t’Theory where y’can get..”
She stared at the front of her shirt and sighed softly then let her head hang down for a moment before looking back up. “Quality baked goods…”
