Irving Braxiatel. Terribly sorry, but I am far too busy to answer the phone just now, but please do leave a message. Don't reverse the charges. Thank you.
[Brax actually gets a text, since he's the absolute least likely to follow Eight out of the city or try to talk him out of leaving. Besides, he needs a little understanding from his big brother right about now.]
She's gone, Brax. And yes, I did wait to make sure it wasn't simply a freak, one night disappearance like last time. She may be gone for good.
I'm leaving Asgard this morning to spend some time alone with my thoughts in Utgard. The others have been left notes, and Clementine's been told that if she needs anything, everyone in the houses will be perfectly happy to help her. Only you and Eleven have been told of where I'm going, though I'm sure the TARDIS will guess. I just need to be...away. They mean well, and I love how much they're all very invested in trying to fix what's bothering other people, but I don't want to be fixed right now. I need to put some distance between myself and everyone else, and it helps that the network doesn't work outside of the city.
[Brax's hearts sink a little at this news but takes it in stride as he doesn't doubt the Doctor expects him to do.]
Understood. Try not to get into mischief, Thete.
['Thete'. The only sign he's worried about him, the childish nickname that he only used on the Christmas presents and never out loud; the full stop signalling that he doesn't expect a reply; both belying the chiding nature of the words themselves which only grants the Doctor the luxury of ignoring sentiment.]
[He doesn't reply, as he doesn't really need to. Brax knows how grateful he is for that measure of fraternal affection shown in the use of that nickname from their childhood. It gives him enough warmth and willingness to put one foot in front of the other to last him to Utgard.]
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[Text] Morning of 416 (backdated)
Date: 2014-03-13 10:50 pm (UTC)She's gone, Brax. And yes, I did wait to make sure it wasn't simply a freak, one night disappearance like last time. She may be gone for good.
I'm leaving Asgard this morning to spend some time alone with my thoughts in Utgard. The others have been left notes, and Clementine's been told that if she needs anything, everyone in the houses will be perfectly happy to help her. Only you and Eleven have been told of where I'm going, though I'm sure the TARDIS will guess. I just need to be...away. They mean well, and I love how much they're all very invested in trying to fix what's bothering other people, but I don't want to be fixed right now. I need to put some distance between myself and everyone else, and it helps that the network doesn't work outside of the city.
I'll be home in a few days.
Re: [Text] Morning of 416 (backdated)
Date: 2014-03-13 11:10 pm (UTC)Understood. Try not to get into mischief, Thete.
['Thete'. The only sign he's worried about him, the childish nickname that he only used on the Christmas presents and never out loud; the full stop signalling that he doesn't expect a reply; both belying the chiding nature of the words themselves which only grants the Doctor the luxury of ignoring sentiment.]
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Date: 2014-03-13 11:44 pm (UTC)