The Doctor drifted in and out of conciousness, though he never moved. Everything was heavy, too heavy to lift or attempt to move. His arms rested on the armrests, hands falling over the sides. Distantly he could hear Bromley talking to him and shaking him, as if to wake the metacrisis up, though he really did not want to wake up. Sleeping was easier, it meant that his head hurt less. He moaned, trying to swat away the hand and missed it completely, head turning to the side. His glasses squished into his face uncomfortably, which was the final straw in him waking.
Blearily he opened his eyes, unwilling to move otherwise. “What’d you say?” he mumbled, staring up at the time Agent. He knew that the man had spoken, but not what he had said. Why couldn’t Bromley speak Gallifreyan, like any other Time Lord? Instead, he was speaking English. Much more complicated.
For the past week, Guinevere had done nothing but cry. She had curled up in the living room of her rented home with her cats and her puppy and just wept her heart out. She had spent all of time either cooking, texting Gavin, or beating herself up because she had, for once in her life, thought she was good enough for someone. But, just like with Joseph, she had been proven wrong. She had been used and broken.
Basically, she was in mourning.
But Guinevere was not around, not at the moment. Guinevere was asleep, tucked away in the back of the mind she and Titania shared. It was a good thing for the human, since she was not going to be able to handle the battle to come. She was so timid and so frail… She was certainly not the queen Titania was. Not yet anyways.
The woman shed her jacket, green and white feathered wings unfurling from beneath it. For a moment, she said nothing. Then her form shimmered. She drop the Glamour. The true Queen of the Fae stood before them now, her claws tapping against the wall behind her.
“You have my magic at your command, traveler,” she said, bowing her head towards the box. “You need only to tell the queen where to go, and she shall obey. Anything for a friend of the Fae.”
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[Becca le’s out a little startled ‘oof’ but quickly reacts, hugging her back tightly and even going as far as lifting her up an inch above the ground before setting her back down]
[She whimpers softly, but gives her a little squeeze.]
Thank you. You’re… you’re very kind, Becca.
I am if you are.
[And immediately her arms are wrapped around the other woman, her face buried in her shoulder. Her wings rustle beneath her jacket, then still.]
I ain’t good with this kinda thing, sorry.
…Hug?
No, no, you’re fine.
It’s all me. It’s not your fault.
Only if you’re comfortable with one.
‘Ey, if ‘e can’t see what a lovely an’ gorgeous girl you are then more fool ‘im. ‘E ain’t worth it, sweethear’. Listen t’me. He ain’t.
I suppose.
‘Ey, sh—Shhh—Shh. You’re allowed t’feel ‘owever you want. It’ll get better, I promise. Now’s just a time t’feel a bad sad, tha’s all. I swear.
I can’t… I can’t help it. I should have known. I should have known that someone like him would never really want me, but… I don’t know. I wanted him to. I wanted him to be mine, and I wanted to be his. And I thought I was.
