Doctor Who Meme → Five Otps [3/5]
↳ The Doctor & TARDIS
The alcoholism, ‘m guessin’, [Mason mumbles, the liquor making his already thick London accent even heavier.]
You know, just cause ‘m pissed don’t mean I don’t have feelings.
[He’s working on that bit, still.]
Mmm, it is rather stinky. I’ve had something to drink before; can’t say I quite enjoyed it. It made my tummy gluppy and then the morning was horrendous. I’d rather battle the hordes of Ghengis Khan than have that happen again.
I’m so very sorry, dear. I’m a bit blunt sometimes. Can we start over? I’m Sexy.
Well, hello you. Long time no see. Or perhaps we’ve seen each other recently. Who knows? Wibbley wobbley and all that. Either way, hello.
Well, hello there, thief. Getting yourself into trouble again, are we?
The last thing she remembered was a crash. An almighty crash that even she had not seen coming. And she saw everything. But this had been hidden from her sight and before she knew it, they had flown straight into the asteroid. Normally, it would not have dented the box but with the force; it had gone straight through to the TARDIS’ very core. To her matrix. And it was bad; it was detrimental. She was dying; by the stars, she was actually dying. Which meant that she had to act quickly. Using the last of her soul, she managed to gather enough of the DNA compartments that were stored within her databanks to create a new body, a momentary vessel for herself to be stored in. At least until she could fix the matrix herself.
Looking up at the roof of the console room, Sexy let out a light grumble as she rested a pale hand on either side of her as she pushed herself up to a sitting position. Resting a hand on her head, she squinted her eyes. “Ow,” she said firmly. Pain, that was a new one. Well, she’d experienced it in her old human body and once before in her box form but this—…this was entirely new. Entirely human. Entirely her. Entirely bouncy; stars, look at her hair.
Looking around the console room, she spotted a familiar blonde figure but he looked different through human eyes. “Dusty?”
The Elven-prince was on his daily rounds when he had heard the footsteps behind him. It was quite suspicious, really. He looked to the sky, using the position of the sun to determine the time of the day. Yes, it was indeed suspicious.
He wasn’t to be relieved of his duties for at least another few hours, so it was not one of his Adar’s [father’s] men that was behind him. Listening as the shuffling of the footsteps started, once again, he quirked a blonde brow. Definitely female by the lightness of the steps.
At the sound of more twigs snapping, leaves crunching, and the contrast of a light and airy voice carrying throughout the air, Legolas could not help but turn around. She was certainly pretty, but there was something off about her that the Elf could figure out.
“I am Legolas, son of Thranduil, the Elven-king. You, hiril nín [my lady], are in Mirkwood, formerly known as Greenwood the Great, the lands of which my Adar [father] rules over. We are currently on the Realm of Middle-Earth.”
Giving a polite curtsey, Sexy gave him a grin as she stepped closer to him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr Lego. I am Sexy—…daughter of—…Time?” she offered before she gave a light shrug of her shoulders. And then, slowly his words settled into her and her lips parted. “You—…we’re in Middle Earth?”
With that, her eyes lit up and she gave an excited laugh. She ran up towards him, invading his personal space entirely as she wrapped him up in a warm hug. “Oh, brilliant! Finally, a place I’ve not been to. I’ve heard it was myth but I’ve never believed in myths. Myths must stem from some sort of truth, after all. You humans are inventive but even your imagination cannot stem that far.” Tilting her head as she pulled back, she gave his ear a flick. “—Ah. Perhaps not entirely human.”
“You….do I know you? You seem familiar somehow. Is that possible? The Doctor? Oh, he’s not been around here for awhile. Comes and goes, you know.”
“You tell me. If I feel familiar then that would imply that we have met before, hmm? So come along; you’re so very clever after all. You tell me who I am.”
“Ah. So I’ve not landed on a Wednesday, then?”