Rory, I’m not trying to be rude… but you died.
The Vampires Of Venice
my character doesn’t just need lovers
They need enemies that break them and force them to test their morals
They need friends that will backstab them and hurt their feelings
They need an enemy that will become a friend
They need friends that they would lay down their life for
They need people so close to them that they might as well be siblings
They need fights and conflict and battles that could leave them broken and inches from death
My character does not just need lovers
They need a mentor who teaches them with harsh lessons and wise words.
A puppeteer to take them under their wing and manipulate them.
Someone to inspire, and teach their views.
A rival; who measures up to them in every way. Who they can not ever defeat but never lose to either.
A mother, a father, a sister, a son —- Family. Family they love, family they grew estranged from, family who have caused the cracks in their soul.
A mother in law who thinks they don’t measure up.
They need a pet to keep safe.
They need to be a pet.
They need lovers who were only ever using them.
All kinds of relationships are valuable.
All kinds of relationships are worth risking your life for.
All kinds of relationships can ruin you.
”The improper one.” He was getting progressively better at wordplay; between Elizabeth and the Luteces, it was difficult to keep track of what was going and to not pick up on a few clever tricks here and there, and vice verse. True, they did not speak as the rest of Columbia did, but, as they were the people whom he was spending most of his time with, it was good that he was beginning to comprehend their speech patterns, and, with a touch of sarcasm and a sprinkle of the contemporary vernacular, he made it his own. Though perhaps he was a touch too snarky — there was nothing particularly wrong with this world. Along with wordplay, he was beginning to process the fact that there were multiple parallel universes, and that each one was as valid as the next, all depending on circumstance. In a quantum universe there are no such things as accidents, only possibilities and probabilities folded into existence by perception. DeWitt lowered his Sky-Hook an inch, though he kept his finger on the trigger. “You come through a Tear?”
The Doctor grinned at that. Always good to meet someone with a sense of humor. Especially when one could be facing the end of the world. Or a world. Something about this place felt final. Fixed. It wasn’t a good feeling.
"I might have." he agreed, putting his hands down carefully. Hopefully that drop of the, whatever it was, was a good sign. "The TARDIS has the ability to go between dimensions on her own, but it drains the ship entirely. I’m guessing there ‘tears’ do a lot similar?” It certainly felt that way. And seeing as the TARDIS was still functioning … “Are tears, normal?”
"I assure you, it is. Unless I’m some sort of duplicate. But I think I would know if I was."
/smirks/ But I’m afraid we don’t know your name, Doctor. You’ve always been a very private person, haven’t you? So have I. But you’ve guessed right about my occupation at least, and you may call me Greyhound Twenty-Nine, for the time being.
"Why is Doctor never enough for you people?” He sighed, rolling his eyes. UNIT. Always unsatisfied. But there were other things to worry about.
"Greyhound Twenty-Nine? That’s a terrible nickname. How did you get saddled with that?" The Doctor leaned in close, inspecting the man. "Did you upset mummy or something?"
❝ breathing? in truth, i am doing nothing,
which is frustrating. ❞
If he had ears, the Doctor would have pricked them. “I think that can be remedied.”