#𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // closed starters

[doctordonovan]

closed starter for @chloevlinder

eternity is too long for any being:  no matter what anyone might claim.   all souls long for rest  &&   theirs aren't any different,  finding tasks and goals and dreams to get them through apparently endless centuries.  each member of their makeshift family has learnt to process it their own ways - both warriors and scholars seeking the answers that they can only pray to ancient and lost gods might set them free.  ❝ mesopotamian shekel for your thoughts? ❞   maeve knows the distance that curtains over familiar eyes, knows the grief that plays beneath her skin in moments of far too much silence.  breaking chloe out of such moments has always been a delicate dance, one where there's no need to emphasise the subtext.  ❝ I haven't heard a peep out of you in ages,  queenie,  I'm starting to get lonely. ❞

#chloevlinder #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // closed starters #𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐃: // hearken to the voice of our prayer #𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄𝐕𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: // wake me up before i’m gone. [ chloe & maeve ]

[doctordonovan-a]

closed   starter   for   @constablegoo​​

 extra glass wasn’t there earlier.    it’s a stray thought,   one that has little reason to scream as loudly as it does.  out of handful of times she has found herself in specific area   -   never more than in passing,   a quiet wandering that always leads back to same familiar hallways   &&   not so silent whispers.   still she takes her time with simply finding seat and pulling out PAD to continue work in familiar solitude. 

 ❝   tell me,   odo.  have I been suspicious yet?   just so I know if I should try harder to come across as whatever’s expected.   ❞     if there’s amusement that seeps into tone,  she will certainly deny being aware of it,   curious enough to pass her turn when it comes to mock ignorance.    (   she is not alone,  instinct alone tells her that,  no matter what upbringing would teach her to pretend she believes.   )     ❝   are you a glass half full or glass half empty type anyway?   ❞

#constablegoo #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // closed starters #𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗞: // tomorrow we disappear into the unknown #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // maeve please #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // I'm begging you to be less This

[doctordonovan]

❀    ||      closed starter    ||     @thenightmareofyourdrems​    /   jack

 of course it'd be something insane:    the kind of thing reserved for literature or really bad mondays.    by now she surely should see it coming,    the way any time a case finds its way to her it's already reached the point nobody else knows how to handle it.     (  maybe it's the consequence of being a little too young and a little too good for her role   -   people keep on trying to find something that will stump or challenge her for a final time.   )    it would all be fine were it not simply for the overwhelming urge to laugh at the sheer ridiculous nature of...    criminal magicians. 

                   sitting in silence has never been especially hard,    a vital part of interrogations,    yet profiler can hardly deny there's something surreal to being aware she's being studied in return.

 ❝   not going to summon a pigeon from a pocket are you?   ❞    he's been searched,    plenty,    and yet brunette holds little faith all oddness was left at the door.    maeve's always been the curious type after all,    ❝   I heard your team are all causing headaches.    just curious what mine's going to involve.   ❞

#thenightmareofyourdrems #𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗥 𝗔𝗨: // a curious constitution #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // closed starters #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // okay but first film?? them meeting properly in an interview though?? #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // let me know if this doesn't work of course! #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // I'm so excited over this

[doctordonovan]

❀    ||      closed starter    ||    @patternsrhyme​   /   chloe   ​

 it's really never been a skill of hers,     the art of returning to any of the places which she has left.    maybe,    had her life been different,    it wouldn't feel so very odd.     (  she'd made her choice    -   a normal life,    filled with labs and research and nothing surreal.    it was meant to be forever.   )     normalcy hasn't settled in her bones,    nor has it been able to change her very core nature,     sharp peridot eyes curious in their once familiar surroundings.    once upon a time,    she knew every inch of this town.    she'd known every corner,  where to step to avoid every little crack.

 it had been a familiar yet different space back then.    yet,    then again,    she'd been a terribly different person too.      ❝   the paint's certainly cheered the place up​.   ❞    a simple observation decorated with more than a hint of usual dry warmth.    ❝   I'm surprised the locals let you go so far.    I genuinely thought they had a ban on pastels.   ❞

#patternsrhyme #𝗪𝗘𝗗𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗗𝗔𝗬: // the ghost in me was true #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // closed starters #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // mini weekend queue

[doctordonovan]

❀    ||      closed starter    ||     @thecavclry​    /    daisy

 safehouse seems to attract trouble,    but then again,    perhaps it would be impossible for it not to.    it is the kind of thing that the universe seems...     simply drawn to.     the harder they work to keep it out of the way,    to keep it in the shadows,    the more likely trouble seems to get.     it'd be easier if she were just   -   a little better at walking away at the right time.     ❝   careful,    careful.   ❞    concerned sigh comes when other's figure finally seems to move,    a sharp contrast to the otherwise still room   (   it is somehow both a relief,    and somehow all the more nerve-wracking   ).   

 maeve does her best to stay out of this    -    out of heroes and battles and the dramas that come with how people have always reacted to differences.    geneticist knows better than most the science behind how it all works,    yet still she keeps her movements slow when simply offering other woman a fresh ice pack.    ❝   a building quite literally fell on you.   the kids you were talking to thought they should probably let someone know.   ❞    there's irony to the fact they've willingly brought anyone to place maeve was more than happy to let shield describe as no more than a myth,    but what was the alternative?    ❝   not going to quake me through a wall if I come closer to hand this to you, are you?    I just finished redecorating.   ❞

#thecavclry #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // closed starters #𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗩𝗘𝗟: // heroism all around us #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // maeve just wants to stay out of drama #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // drama loves her

[doctordonovan]

❀    ||      closed starter    ||     @jurati​

 they've moved more often than she'd have liked     -    enough that sometimes the guilt eats her whole.    past years have been one travesty after another:    bobby,     diane,    coma,    only to wake in time to hear of friends' passing.    (   she's not the type meant for parenthood,    it's nothing she ever planned for herself,    and it was something she always feared even passing thought of.   )     what sort of terrible human being would wish her upon any innocent being?    with her oddities and traumas,    with her inability to be what anyone has ever needed.    no.    it'd be cruel to any child to be stuck with he and her myriad of flaws.

                    and then came elnor.    tiny,    lost,    so utterly alone elnor.

 ❝   I'm so sorry I'm late.   ❞     light jog into classroom is marked by the quiet tap of tiny heels.     ❝   I got held up lecturing,   one of my students couldn't wrap his mind around a concept and it accidentally triggered a cascade of bickering future scientists.   ❞     maeve has always prided herself on timeliness,    guilt written in small but vibrant smile.    ❝   shoot.    sorry.    maeve,    maeve donovan.    my son elnor's in your class?    I'm sure you see the resemblance.   ❞

#jurati #𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈: // like an empty book like a swallowed truth. [ Agnes & Maeve ] #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // closed starters #𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑: // my heart and soul were never mine to own [ jurati | abraikaevra ] #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // maeve stop being a brat #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // queue

[doctordonovan]

❀    ||      closed starter    ||     @beltraised​

 sometimes,    it's about the little things.    the things that others miss:    so desperate for a big picture,    for a tsunami to blame issues upon    -    anything big enough to carry all their sins and burdens.     details   &&   patterns,    the little mysteries embedded into the universe,   have always been a driving force.     people are easy to read and yet still overwhelmingly confusing...    science is a little easier.    still brunette's nails lightly tap on screens,    concentration written in half covered frown,    barely pausing even when glance is quickly thrown over shoulder.

 ❝   if this is more 'do you have an answer yet' visiting,    I promise,   I'll put a red cross on the glass or something when I do.   ❞    she barely seems to suit stale lab no matter how at ease she is in it,    too many hours having passed since last semblance of a break.    ❝   I'm doing my best,    it's just...    would it be childish to say it's somehow being petulant?   which is impressive given it's just a sample.   ❞

#beltraised #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // closed starters #𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗙𝗜𝗘𝗗 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘: // is imagination the mother of truth #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // I need to write up my expanse verse! #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // regardless this little nerd 100% hasn't slept in days

[doctordonovan]

❀    ||      closed starter    ||     @pr0digal​

 these days she's always a little stressed,    a little out of place   -   back never fully turned to doors and attention split between a thousand things at once.    maeve knows how to keep herself busy:    working in her lab most of the time,    lecturing    &&    grading when she's asked to,    the dissertations that cross her desk all treated with same curious yet firm respect.    (  she's never been the most at ease anywhere,  maeve's childhood taught her better,  but exhaustion is more clear than it's ever been.   )     it’s best not to think of recently failed engagement.    it’s also best not to think about the calls all hours of the night.

 ❝   orange file.   ❞     it barely takes a glance up from flicking back through papers in front of her,    small smile offered when final scribble is done and scientist can more properly divide her attentions.       ❝   the results you wanted,   with some bits of context.    not the most conclusive but it's all you mentioned.   ❞     for a while    -   at least   -   it was nice to have something a bit different to consume some of her time.    ❝   do I get to learn some context,    or are you keeping it all vague and mysterious?    seems unfair to go all batman on this.   ❞

#pr0digal #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // closed starters #𝗣𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪: // work is the best antidote to sorrow #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // I hope this is okay? xx #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // I love malcolm so much I'm excited #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // maeve in the early days of her stalking bc baby #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // but her looking into things when they need an expert? #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // maeve's handy to know #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // also sorry her sense of humour is... odd at best

[doctordonovan]

❀    ||      closed starter    ||     @lgbtcorp​​​​​

 the biggest problem with brilliance,    in the end,    always seems to be that it refuses to stay as low-key as she would like it to be.    brunette has never wanted attention:    published work mounting up over years,    from fourteen her work marked with simply m. donovan.    it is easier without attention,    it always has been.    back then she was barely more than a child in an academic's world,    lacking the beard or decades seemingly required for people to listen without already making their minds up.    (   adulthood,    at least,    only comes with the challenge of being one of the only women in a room,     and when there are other women...    she is more enemy than any of the men regardless of her lack of desire for a war.   )

 ❝   don't worry,     it's very dead.   ❞    it's a rare enough thing to have anyone in her office so early in the day:    plants littered between heavy tomes,    framed insects on wall.    all three of her fields seem balanced in warm space    -    research still piled on wooden desk.    ❝   a gift from someone whose dissertation I reviewed.    an assassin bug,    I was never sure if I should have taken that as an insult or not.   ❞    still little smile is polite as she enters further,     heavy satchel placed near own seat with loud thump.    ❝   would you like a tea or coffee?     or is it more of a flyby visit?   ❞

#lgbtcorp #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // closed starters #𝗣𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪: // work is the best antidote to sorrow #𝗗𝗖 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘: // heroism all around us #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // she's just a baby pre bobby / the hell coming her way #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // my heart #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // I hope this works!! x

[doctordonovan]

❀    ||      closed starter    |    @jurati​

 it's been years since school felt familiar    -      and,    even then,     brunette could never have been aware of the twisted     &&    messy paths life was going to take her on.     not so much a scenic route and far more a bath headed straight through still flaming forest fires,      ducking and diving at every possible chance to try and come out of it somewhat recognisable.     then again,    so much for many things,    maeve's promise to not return    -    to stick to mundane world and easier people    -    had hardly lasted:    sharp scar on side of head evidence of how little it had paid off.

 choosing peace should have been easy,    yet peace had surely not chosen her.

 still teacher doesn't need to look up to know whose footsteps approach in greenhouse,    hands still so gently focussed on the plant she's halfway through repotting.      ❝   have you heard the rumour that I lived with normal mortals for so long that I've become one?   ❞    myths and rumours are nothing new,    and maeve has always greeted them like familiar old friends.     who she is    -    what she is   -    is her own business, everyone else welcome to simply try to guess.     ❝    honestly,   agnes.    you'd think living in the world they do would calm their creativity,      not make them all the more desperate to see stories around every corner.   ❞

#jurati #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // closed starters #𝗪𝗘𝗗𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗗𝗔𝗬: // the ghost in me was true #𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈: // like an empty book like a swallowed truth. [ Agnes & Maeve ] #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // this verse doesn't even officially exist yet #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // but it does for you! #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // maeve vc: I'm gonna cook all these children I stg

[doctordonovan]

❀    ||      closed starter    ||     @venturousheart​

 the promise had never needed to be verbalised.     no,    it had been written in a hundred implications,    a thousand half-had conversations    -    and in truth,    more than countless glances.    clara has always made it clear she will come when maeve needs her    (  and maeve has always avoided the thought,    has tried to not linger on the overwhelming weight of such a thing   ).    how terrible it must be after all:    to be so very powerful,    so eternal,    yet unable to rewrite the universe into letting people simply be safe.

 it was easier to believe it was just clara's general state of being...   caring for others beyond and rhyme or reason.     ❝   I appreciate the help, truly,  but you can stop frowning at me.   ❞   sighed words come with usual careful gentleness,    ignoring how very bones ache with how much of a close call recent hours had proven themselves to be.    ❝   I'm barely even hurt,    it's a win all around.   ❞

#venturousheart #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // closed starters #𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓: // many moons of waiting on a steady sun. [ Clara & Maeve ] #𝗗𝗢𝗖𝗧𝗢𝗥 𝗪𝗛𝗢: // the more bizarre / the less mysterious

[doctordonovan]

❀    ||      closed starter    ||     @sciremonstra​​

 there was nothing wrong with quiet:    if anything,    most days,   it was the preferable option.    they were far from usual cities    -   the usual constant noise that screams until maeve can barely focus on her thoughts. what is her fate?    it's not a new question    -    not even vaguely a new concept.    it haunted her enough during childhood,    when literature full of myths and stories promised some sort of...    worthy conclusion to all the loneliness and hurt.    books are not the truth though    &&    every time she's almost found some semblance of what she was looking for...     it has hardly gone to plan.

 engagement ring is heavy,      painful around finger,     thumb twisting it around   &&   around,     a noose of silver and decorated by gems scientist cannot help but loathe.   when she gets back to own life she will be expected to play a role that was never meant to turn out this way.    ❝   you still haven't shown me any of your newer pieces.   ❞     teasing finally breaks through air,     ❝   the suspense is killing me.   ❞

#sciremonstra #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // closed starters #𝗣𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪: // work is the best antidote to sorrow

[doctordonovan]

❀    ||      closed starter    ||     @haethcliffs​

 it's easy to keep out of people's ways:   she's never been anti-social,    not one of brooding philosophy professors who breathe simply in anticipation of their next moment to slip niche into otherwise innocent situations.    getting used to being back in the world is hardly a natural thing    -    once removed,    never quite able to fit where she'd been before.    (   it feels like her present is simply classified under a list of afters.    after bobby,    after diane,    after months wasted in a coma then followed by exhausting recovery.   )     lecturing,   at least,   drags her back out of shell,   bouncing between cities as her presence is required.

 brunette stayed too long when diane was breathing down her neck,   these days it's nice for her to be more professor than just a scientist.   ❝   didn't make the mistake of googling me,    did you?   ❞    it's a dry    -    yet warm    -    little joke,    all too aware of when gazes move on her without needing to look up from bench she's been quietly grading essays at,    pen twisted and twirled between pale fingers.    ❝   people usually only delay talking when they're working out how to bring up the    -    I think three?   -   podcasts that claim I'm dead.   ❞

#haethcliffs #𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘: // in that moment of revalation #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // closed starters #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // professor maeve once again... needing a break #feegle don't look

[doctordonovan]

❀    ||      closed starter    ||    @goldshadows​​    /   sav   ​

 these days she's quieter:     an achievement,     considering how maeve has never really been loud at all.     nails soundlessly tap on side of knee,    restless,    uneasy even as she studies how the rest of the room talks    &&    buzzes    &&   simply exists in a way she cannot.   (   drink remain untouched   -   glass gently moved backwards and forwards with free hand,  watching honey gold liquid splash like tiny controlled ocean.   )      as a child,    she'd always feared the thought of drowning,   of being lost in so much nothingness with no direction.

 if only anyone had told her that the water part of drowning was entirely optional.    still,   small smile comes with polite warmth,    a quiet apology uttered before entirely processing who broke her out of daydream.     ❝   how long into an event does it become socially acceptable to sneak out?    I'm asking for a friend.   ❞     and if polite smile morphs into a little more playful,    there will surely be nobody to notice. 

#goldshadows #𝗣𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪: // work is the best antidote to sorrow #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // closed starters #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // she's so shy during the very early bobby days #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // I'm so sorry #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // ily #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // mini weekend queue

[doctordonovan-a]

closed   starter   for   @sevntnth​​

 one of these days  -  someday,  hopefully in the near future   -   she’ll learn how to turn the other way when instinct screams that some kind of trouble   (   some kind of upcoming trauma   )   certainly waits for her if she continues on current path.    yet curiosity has always been scientist’s greatest failing,   anxiety peaking as she gently twists engagement ring shaped noose upon finger.  no matter what   -   regardless of instinct,   regardless of sense...   she is as curious as she is,   at core,   simply unable to walk away.

 ❝   are you alright?   ❞    question comes softly,   with a carefulness that should never shatter the silence as her voice does.   she doesn’t wish to interrupt.   doesn’t wish to put herself in the way.   bobby waits a ten minute walk away    &&   she’s already bordering on late,   no matter how kitten heels seem to dig themselves further into dirty ground.    (   she should go.  )    ❝   sorry.   probably none of my business.    you just   -   are you alright?   ❞

#sevntnth #𝗣𝗥𝗘 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪: // work is the best antidote to sorrow #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // okay but... seventeen meeting lil' maeve #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // she's got so much pain ahead of her whoops #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // closed starters #𝗗𝗢𝗖𝗧𝗢𝗥 𝗪𝗛𝗢: // the more bizarre / the less mysterious

[doctordonovan-a]

closed  starter  for  @eiiidetic​

 there’s no easy answer  -   no way to address implied question without going into details she simply doesn’t have the words,    doesn’t have the heart,    for.    (  how does she know the team?    she doesn’t.    not truly.    their paths overlapped akin ships in the night,   during very worst time of her life.  )   survival has never meant remaining the same   &&   the woman that she was remains buried amongst soil with bobby and diane,  still drowning in their poisons.

 ❝   I’m a friend of spencer’s.   ❞      soft smile comes with shrug,  taking nearby seat with usual soundless carefulness.  a name  -  she suspects  -  will tell too much if spencer ever mentioned her.     ❝   penelope called me,  thought I’d want to know the trouble that has found him this time.   ❞    friend.  right person,   wrong time.    labels have never truly come easily.     ❝   are you alright?  I know how...  awful,  these sort of waiting games are for the team whenever they happen.   ❞

#eiiidetic #𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘: // in that moment of revalation #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // okay but maeve returning during spencer's trial and maybe meeting emily then? #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // I'm sorry she's so cryptic she's just... a mess ngl #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // she hides it well though #𝗙𝗜𝗟𝗘: // closed starters #𝗢𝗢𝗖: // let me know if you'd like something else!