Ever since the Doctor spotted her beautiful blue fugitive, waiting for her, ready to scoop her and her fresh new friends off that great gun of a planet, she has been Idris’s constant companion.
It’s surely been a bit unsettling for the TARDIS, who’s used to her Thief being to some extent continuously erstwhile. But talk of family has bonded her nearest the being who serves as her vessel, her running shoes, and her wings.
Presently she squats over the interface stabiliser, striped socks in purview below her hiked-up pant legs, puckish features lit by its ruby glow, wearing a pair of common gardening gloves while tinkering with its outer shell.
“RIGHT HERE, my angel!” she cries down the hall. “Makin’ sure you don’t phase in an’ out while we’ve got passengers, although I know you were joost a bit scared last time you were off-kilter!”
She made a face at that. It wasn’t her fault, but, what was, was.
“If you didn’t explode so often inside of me, then i don’t thinking i would actually need to be fixed even after redecorating and healing.” she muttered.
Idris wondered if the projectors, that she had all through out her hallways and rooms, so that she could freely move about, were working.
Concentratingshe Blinked and found herself having moved to where the doctor was, and beamed. “Looks like all the projectors are working.”
She flopped to the ground, as best as a hologram could and watched what her thief was doing. “Try the Blue wire…”
“I’m marginally alarmed that you’ve picked your own favorite color as though on a whim, darlin’.”
The Doctor has to return jibe for jibe, but she jostles Idris, nudging an elbow hard into her side, with a foolish and toothy grin.
“Sorry: hopefully I’ve given oop summa that dramatic flair this face around, eh? Brilliant work on your projectin’, by the way. You didn’t even zip in an’ out that time, solid from the first try!”
She’s got the blue wires cut–”prepare for a bit of a tickle!”–and then coiled beneath the stabiliser, while slyly eyeing her vessel.
“Think ya might let me take me mates to a chosen destination on the first try, too?”
She made a small sound when she was nudged and then a grunt of discomfort, when the wire was cut.
After blinking a few times she beamed. “Perfect! You fixed the transparency as well… i can be solid with ease now, not much energy required to keep it up!” she stroked The doctor’s hair, before smirking at the question.
“Oh i dunno, whats the fun in that, hmm? How about we do this, we take turns, ill let you go where you want today… but the next time, i choose.”
Aquata pursed her lips and straightened her spine, suddenly letting herself put on the role she had been born into, the Princess of The Murma.
She had no idea who this TORCHWOOD was. But apparently they knew that she wasn’t human…. and she did not like it…
At least they weren’t demanding for her to get of the planet… yet… Anyways they had no right, not when her kind had been living on earth for over 3000 years… with permission of the Protector of Earth.
Even then this man wouldn’t hurt a girl who looked 16 but was just a child in her species eyes… would he?
(not that he knew what kind of species she was just yet.)
“So… Just a check up and a talk.. Nothing more, right? Cause, if somethinghappens to me, my father wont be pleased… and nor will HE, the protector of Earth… he was at my naming ceremony you know, missed the birth…” Torchwood should know who HE was right? HE was the one keeping this planet safe from those beyond this galaxy.
On some level, Jack was deeply amused by this whole conversation. He knew that she was royalty, that despite appearances, she was far older and wielded far more power than most would imagine. But on the other hand, he was an immortal being who was currently being threatened by a teenager.
Who was name dropping the Doctor.
“The Doctor?” he asked, clarifying. Although the fact that he still considered himself ‘protector of Earth’ given all the things he hadn’t protected Earth from was a subject for another time, but for now, Jack set all those thoughts aside and played the part of the dutiful dignitary. “Yes, I know who he is. I promise, just a quick check up and then you can be on your way, highness.”
Her shoulder’s relaxed slightly and she gave him a timid smile as she held her had out to him, allowing him to lead her where needed, at least she now knew who she could go too if she go hurt or sick.
“Okay then… if… if you know the Doctor, then i guess you cant be too bad…. I think papa wanted to make him my godfather… but i never got a clear answer if he ever accepted. It would be very cool if he did.” she beamed.
“Just so we’re clear, if I say ‘shut up’ and you say ‘make me’, I am instantly thinking about making out with you. Also just so we’re clear, if you say ‘shut up’ and I say ‘make me’, that is most definitely an invitation to make out with me.”
//most likely will result in queerplatonic, romantic, sexual, and/or frenemy ships; this open to mutuals who have not yet interacted as well; any fandom/verse
The Doctors eyes widen and she looks like a fish on dry land for a moment.
“Wait… do- do you mean me as well? You’d want to kiss me… you- you want me to kiss you??” She floundered, not really sure how to respond in this situation and settled for blushing dark red.
“I- I haven’t actually kissed anyone in this body before…”
harry potter aesthetic: house ravenclaw vol. II (posters edition) “If you have to ask, you’ll never know. If you know, you need only ask.” ➴ askedby anonymous
drapetxmaniia - The Urge to run away 