@callfromthevoid / callfromthevoid.tumblr.com
“What can I get you?”
Based on a colour palette I saw floating around, along with a few tags from @kote-the-inn-keeper. Ask and ye shall receive, I guess? Kote, including freckles and copper barrel hoops, in the “Weathered” colour palette (with a “”few”” additions outside the original box):
Encanis instantly looked away.
Demon.
He took a long, slow breath and exhaled the hope he had carried in his heart, snuffing it out like the flame of a candle. Foolish.
“No.”
“I see.”
The Doctor crouched by his side on the bloodstained dust, seeming completely at ease. Almost curious.
“Is there something you regret? Something you’d give anything to change?” he offered quietly. “I could give you the chance.”
just a bunch of ＫＩＤＳ,
that’s all we were.
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"Kicking someone is not a form of romance."
“I wasn’t aiming that way with the strange bedfellows comment, I assure you.” the Doctor snapped back as he struggled not to lose footing on the old stone. “But if being trapped in a well looks like a date to you, I have to admit, I’m impressed.”
"That was called love." -peter
“But it wasn’t enough.”
“That’s bullshit.” Peter snapped back still refusing to look at him. “You and I both know whether you’re here or not, Ive got a good chance of death.”
“Vampire teeth. Werewolf claws. Gun. Cars. With you there just more options.”
“You just make it mean more.”
The Doctor let out a frustrated groan, rubbing his face as he instinctively began to pace the room. It was a gestue too familiar not to fall back right into it. He was already getting used to it. Already failing miserably.
“Those are things you know. Monsters you’re used to. You’re a better fighter than I am, all things considered. I trust you not to trip over a werewolf and crack your skull open.”
“Listen, it was a completely innocent gesture.”
“You and innocence in the same room? What did I miss?”
“That quick bit where I informed you I was turning over a new leaf.”
“I’m afraid I never got that voicemail.” He gave a half-hearted shrug. “Or, and it’s a very real possibility, I chose to ignore it. For adventure’s sake.”
“Pluto” - Sleeping At Last // Atlas: Year One (via rocksareblue)
he can’t move
“You wouldn’t dare!…” he returned, furiously glaring at the Doctor. “Besides, the police won’t stop until they’ve caught you. Perhaps a fire…”
The Doctor huffed, rolling his eyes.
“That’s your solution for everything. My eviction letter, my genocide.”
“Never, ever doing that again.”
“Oh, is diving through foreign skies out of your territory? I didn’t notice your lack of spirit.”
“Not anger,” Encanis corrected, though the smile in his eyes was gone now. “I’m not… I’m not angry. Things are exactly the way they are supposed to be. Including the bleeding, but if you want to do something about that…?”
The Doctor described a slow circle around him, clicking his tongue once as he stopped.
“Should I?” he inquired in a low voice. “Do you deserve to be saved?”
"That was called love." -peter
“But it wasn’t enough.”
“Now you don’t even want to see me…” Peter said quietly.
Already he felt his face start to burn, he hunched his shoulders and kept looking away to prevent the other from seeing that his eyes were watering.
“Why do you care if I’m alive or not? Bit ridiculous if you ask me.” His voice cracked on the end and Peter distracted himself with pouring a drink. He practically swallowed it in one mouthful.
“You’re getting it wrong. I care. I care too much. That’s exactly why I left.” the Doctor snapped back at him, shooting him a sharp glare. “The longer I spend around you-”
...the more terrified I am to lose you.
“The longer I spend around you, the more probabilities of you ending up dead.” he finished instead. “Prematurely. With a bolt sticking out of your eye as you dissolve into the melting heart of a star, if you’d like a gruesome example.”
“Eviction notice. It’s an eviction notice.“
“How on Earth- It was already illegal to begin with. I stole it.” He paused, considering an idea. “...I’ll just put it off until it reaches you instead.”
“Listen, it was a completely innocent gesture.”
“You and innocence in the same room? What did I miss?”
"That was called love." -peter
“But it wasn’t enough.”
Peter stared at him a moment longer before he looked away. “Right…” the word was said unsurpringly bitter.
Peter moved off to the bar, turning his back on the Doctor. “So why are you here then?”
That seemed to take him by surprise. Sure. As if he shouldn’t have expected that answer.
“I miscalculated. I should have landed on the roof.” he confessed, and immediately regretted it. “You weren’t supposed to see me. I only wanted to make sure you were alive.”
“You could stay here, fill your life with work and food and sleep or you could go… anywhere.”
