ExuberantStarchild

*Slight 'Into The Dalek' spoilers* “Have you found a job yet, Mr Pink?” You looked up from your notepad, the pen in your hand dropping slightly as you lifted your knee to hide the words you’d been writing. You’d noticed on more than one occasion that your patients - as they were known - had been able to read your writing upside-down, but you’d always had a little more trouble with the patients whom had post-traumatic stress disorder and who were generally slower to trust anyone and anything. Their paranoia often caused them more stress than strictly good for them, leaving them unable to cope with simple daily ta

“Hello, are you in here?” There it was; the voice you’d heard on the phone. Well, in a manner of speaking anyway. In the same room as you, the voice sounded much more vivid, much more real. Had you come across such a voice in the street, it would have made you withdraw within yourself. As it was, this was the voice that had saved a small part of your soul from dying off altogether. “(Y/n)?” You were frozen to the seat of the toilet, holding your arms very close to your chest. Unlike what you’d said on the phone, the left one was still bleeding, and whilst it wasn’t a bad amount of blood that you we

(Season 2) *Strong language* "You ever watched a Disney movie?" You glanced over at Daryl as you reaffirmed the grip you had on your sword, pacing slowly through the trees. "You serious?" You smiled slightly. "I'm serious. Have you?" "Never really got the chance." "Didn't your mom or dad ever-" "No. Didn't have that sort of family." "Oh..." You felt awkward now. "Well...you're missing out." "I missed out on a lot." "Um..." "Never really wanted to watch Disney movies anyway." He muttered as if he didn't care. "...I feel like singing the Circle Of Life now." "Keep your voice down." He hissed, raising his crossbow at the lone Walker ahead. "I g

One footstep at a time, each one echoing through the empty cavern that you had once called home. You knew it would be hard, but your feet carried you slowly, willingly. Step one was lightly tainted with footprints that were far bigger than your own, a mixture of dried mud and cut grass bringing the concrete step to life. Step two was where all the dried mud would fall when hurried feet would rush down the stairway, kicking the dirt as they went. There hadn't been much rest, you remembered, when you had lived here. Now however...it seemed calmer, and you were glad of the peace that surrounded you, even if it began to tug at old anxieties that

Sherlock watched his young sister stroking the cat on the doorstep to 221B, sitting on the curb as she let the cat jump up on her shoulder. She'd have loved Redbeard if she'd have known him, but she was too young to remember the time when he existed... ~~~Flashback~~~ "Sherlock, watch Eversley for me, just for a minute...please?!" Mycroft was close to whining as he reaffirmed his grip on the young child he sat on his hip. Eversley Ormond Holmes was two-and-a-half years old and overly curious for her own good, and in truth, Mycroft wanted a break from following her around to stop her hurting herself. "I can't watch her." Sherlock muttered fr

You say I'm not enough That's okay, that's okay You say that it gets tough That's okay, that's okay You say that life gets hard That's okay, that's okay And I know that you've got scars That's okay, that's okay You say you want to give up That's okay, that's okay I know it's hard to wake up That's okay, that's okay You say you want to die But you won't, but you won't And you won't let me help you No you won't, no you won't And you lie and say you're fine But you're not, but you're not And you're happy I'm alive But you're not, but you're not Because I'm the reason you live Yes I am, yes I am And I can heal you I can.