Not quite the Doctor




 
My names Theta Sigma of the Lungbarrow house of Gallifrey. I've come to earth for a bit for a bit of fun, so I'd appreciate it if you didn't tell Quences, hm?

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[[ My Theta's a bit different from the other's on tumblr and there's a good reason to why. I'll be adding headcanons as I go along, but feel free to ask questions! ]]

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“Where do you think the Canadians buy their beer first hand? Much better by the way- higher alcohol rates there. Without the middle aged men beer stomaches.” He smiled wryly as she almost pushed into his hand when he pulled away, the notion a bit weird; she was never one for romantic stuff- hell he had to anger her to get her to confess to him. The day still rang in his head when he strode out of the hotel she was in, hearing her scream in frustration when he had figured her out. It was one of his better days. “Well sugar, I’m home now. My hands aren’t so dirty though, so we needn’t use Nurse Ratchett to clean me up this time around.” Unlike Meg, he was absolutely horrid at giving pet names- they usually came off cliche and cheap. But then again, it worked on most humans. They usually liked to feel lovely and cute and all that gross shit. The pairs was standing rather close now, and he swore he could hear her singular heart from where he was.

“I haven’t the foggiest.” Meg answers, lips purse slightly and looking thin as she looks up at him. Even if the expression was sour, those deep brown eyes were rather bright. This was good. They were being civil. But her body was suddenly craving more. She could feel her stomach clench and she wanted to all but whine at him. Beg even. Her attention is brought to his mouth as he speaks; each name that had been used before ringing nicely in her ears. A large grin splits on her face at the reference to their little shower adventure. Rumbling sounds in the back of her throat as she bumps her shoulder against his; having not really noticed the distance being closed. “Well that takes the fun outta it,” she states; though not sounding all that displeased even with how her insides were burning. “How ‘bout you either buy me a drink or take me home.” The last word is said with a bit more gusto. The TARDIS. He had told her to move in at one time and with just that she considered it a place she felt safe.

Theta’s eyes drifted to her mouth for a moment just as she smiled, those soft but deep red lips curving into his ideal grin. It was the grin he’d knowingly fell in love with her for. It was sweet, but cruel. He’d kissed those lips many times over since they’d met, but only now did he realize just how much he had missed kissing her.  "Does it look like I carry money?" He asked lightly, but with their bodies so close he knew it would be impossible to see between the two. But Meg knew him very well; she knew of the clothes he wore, and the money he didn’t deem important. "Let’s go home then, kitten. You look absolutely horrid." If horrid was code for beautiful, he would have said it. But like Meg knew him well- he knew her just as well. Sweet words were nice, but it wasn’t what she looked for. She wasn’t a dame from down south, that was for sure. Often times he wondered if he preferred her to be a lady. At those times he would remember that; that would be too boring. He preferred her tongue of silver against his own, and her body made of the sun itself. Looking away for a split moment, he swallowed hard. “You look uh-….nice.”

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“Yes, well you haven’t a choice. I have no reason to be out and about. It’s dull and I’m running out of places to drink.” Theta’s hand went and pulled a stray hair away from her mouth a she spoke; it was a simple gesture, albeit it was a start. It was different from their usual greetings- swollen lips crashing against one anothers, hips meeting deliciously close. “Canada’s beer is good though. For the most part, you get drunk faster. But….the people are much too bland for my tastes. You would hate it.”

“True,” Meg states; her voice pitch shifting as the other’s hand moves towards her face. Eyes dart from his face, to his hand, and back again. Timid, yes. Sweet? Well, they were now being odd. Again a low hum sounds in her chest. Her head slowly begins to tilt towards his hand even as it pulls away. The corners of her eyes begin to crinkle as the grin on her face grows. “Canada. Ha. Go to Antarctica, Babe.” The word rolls off her tongue without much effort, but she seems to attempt and hide the tension she feels after saying it. Eyelashes are fluttering as her tongue darts out, licking at her lips, and letting her gaze wander from his face. Timid; this was ridiculous.

"Where do you think the Canadians buy their beer first hand? Much better by the way- higher alcohol rates there. Without the middle aged men beer stomaches." He smiled wryly as she almost pushed into his hand when he pulled away, the notion a bit weird; she was never one for romantic stuff- hell he had to anger her to get her to confess to him. The day still rang in his head when he strode out of the hotel she was in, hearing her scream in frustration when he had figured her out. It was one of his better days. "Well sugar, I’m home now. My hands aren’t so dirty though, so we needn’t use Nurse Ratchett to clean me up this time around.” Unlike Meg, he was absolutely horrid at giving pet names- they usually came off cliche and cheap. But then again, it worked on most humans. They usually liked to feel lovely and cute and all that gross shit. The pairs was standing rather close now, and he swore he could hear her singular heart from where he was.

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“I’d forgotten that I tend to stay in this general area as well.” He said as if it were a common knowledge that he was a residence in America. Meg and Bruce were the only reason he’d stayed here so long, and he hadn’t been to Manhattan in a while to see the gamma scientist. “I think I wandered off a bit too much East. What do you think?”

The woman gives a hum, lifting her chin as if she understood. He was more prone to coming to Earth, yes. But she now knew that he was referring to the exact locations. Meg’s eyes drift down and she tilts her head slightly to the side; eyes drifting skyward. “A bit far..” She begins, sounding sarcastic. Again she is looking to her side and up at the other. It was good to see him. “But a change of scenery is never bad. Hell, I do it all the time.” The demon laughs, referring to her having to run all the time.

"Yes, well you haven’t a choice. I have no reason to be out and about. It’s dull and I’m running out of places to drink." Theta’s hand went and pulled a stray hair away from her mouth a she spoke; it was a simple gesture, albeit it was a start. It was different from their usual greetings- swollen lips crashing against one anothers, hips meeting deliciously close. "Canada’s beer is good though. For the most part, you get drunk faster. But….the people are much too bland for my tastes. You would hate it."

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“Yes well, you tend to stay in this region- don’t you?” He looked about as if he’d just noticed where he had turned up. Really he’d hoped to see Meg for a while now. He didn’t like to speak about his feelings, but he’d always been fond for Meg; she built a time capsule for his heart out of big league chew, and in turn- he promised to never burst her bubble. He had though, when his frustration came to a boiling point. “I’d forgotten..”

When the other looks to her, both brows are lifted. Her expression is soft as she simply watches his own expression. They both were being timid. How odd.. and unlike them. The woman dips her chin and looks down to her feet; shoe scuffing the ground. “Earth is sorta my Playground,” She offers. “I go where ever I want.” The demon fades off shrugging her shoulders and rotating her body as she takes a slow step forward. Meg turns on her heel and walks slowly towards him. “Forgotten?” She wasn’t quite sure what he was referring to; not certain if he’d forgotten she was on Earth or … Meg simply waits, looking him over; he looked a bit older, more matured now.

"I’d forgotten that I tend to stay in this general area as well." He said as if it were a common knowledge that he was a residence in America. Meg and Bruce were the only reason he’d stayed here so long, and he hadn’t been to Manhattan in a while to see the gamma scientist. "I think I wandered off a bit too much East. What do you think?"

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“I don’t like Germany much.” He said to her from where he stood, his arms crossed over his chest protectively- the night was cold and he’d long since stopped tucking his hair behind his ear. It was too much of a godamn fuss, and he felt like a fool. “It’s very….angelic over there.”

A laugh escapes from her as she starts to move forward. Her own hands swaying at her sides as she comes up on his side; she has a good foot or so between them. It was a space to feel comfortable with and easily shifted if need be. “Now that’s a word I haven’t heard about Germany since the good ol’ Fraulein Days.” She was referring to a state between Medieval and World War II. Her teeth drag along her lower lip, looking to the other with a raised brow.

"Yes well, you tend to stay in this region- don’t you?" He looked about as if he’d just noticed where he had turned up. Really he’d hoped to see Meg for a while now. He didn’t like to speak about his feelings, but he’d always been fond for Meg; she built a time capsule for his heart out of big league chew, and in turn- he promised to never burst her bubble. He had though, when his frustration came to a boiling point. “I’d forgotten..”

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“I suppose I couldn’t hide away anymore. It’s much too boring in Germany. The women….” He shuddered visibly, shaking his head.

“The women are like the men. Too stuck up and beefy.” Meg sounds off from behind him; the smoke of the shift dissolving about her feet. She was still uncertain as to what terms they were on but if he was on Earth, she had to see him … right?

"I don’t like Germany much." He said to her from where he stood, his arms crossed over his chest protectively- the night was cold and he’d long since stopped tucking his hair behind his ear. It was too much of a godamn fuss, and he felt like a fool. “It’s very….angelic over there.”

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