Morgana laughed from the jump seat as the Doctor piloted the TARDIS with Rose attempting to help
"Hold that one down!" he ordered pointing at a lever that was almost on the opposite side of the console
"I'm holding this one down." She retorted holding on to her own lever
"Well, hold them both down." He seemed to have forgotten humans' arms didn't extend
"why can't Morgana hold that one down?" she questioned
"maybe I enjoy watching you struggle" she suggested stretching leisurely
"Oi! I won't have layabouts" the Doctor snapped at her playfully
"all hands on deck?" she asked
"Captain Orders," he said smugly
"aye, aye cap'n" she smirked standing and walking gracefully over to the lever before pushing it down
"Oi! I promised you a time machine and that's what you're getting. Now, you've seen the future, let's have a look at the past. 1860. How does 1860 sound?" The Doctor looked at them, a bright smile on his face
"What happened in 1860?" Rose queried
"well I was in New Orleans" Morgana input as she held down the lever
"I don't know, let's find out. Hold on, here we go!" the Doctor warned before he flipped the lever and the TARDIS trembled
"Blimey!" Rose groaned as she sat up from the floor
"can you even drive?" Morgana complained
"You're telling me. Are you two all right? And enough cheek you, of course, I can drive!" he moaned Morgana didn't believe him
"Yeah. I think so. Nothing broken. Did we make it? Where are we?" Rose asked
"if you are hurt, I can heal you" Morgana offered
"really?" Rose was distracted, and Morgana nodded her head
"yea, vampire blood can heal almost anything just don't die with it in your system or you'll end up in transition" she said
"transition into what?" Rose probed
"what do you think?" Morgana chuckled at the flush Rose's cheeks took to.
"I did it. Give the man a medal. Earth, Naples, December 24th, 1860." The Doctor cheered
"Give a man a revoked pilot's licence" she teased and laughed at his childish pout
"That's so weird. It's Christmas." Rose marvelled
"All yours." The Doctor beamed
Rose began rambling "But, it's like, think about it, though. Christmas. 1860. Happens once, just once and it's gone, it's finished, it'll never happen again. Except for you. You can go back and see days that are dead and gone a hundred thousand sunsets ago. No wonder you never stay still."
"Not a bad life." The Doctor preened
"Better with three. Come on, then." Rose said eagerly
"Hey, where do you think you're going?" The Doctor was baffled
"1860." Rose offered up as if it was obvious
"yea, you don't want to do that" Morgana warned chuckling
"She's right. Go out there dressed like that, you'll start a riot, Barbarella. There's a wardrobe through there. First left, second right, third on the left, go straight ahead, under the stairs, past the bins, fifth door on your left. Hurry up!" he ordered and the two of them linked arms before walking out of the console room, Morgana thankful that the TARDIS lit up lights to guide their way.
They entered the wardrobe and both of them gawked
"How can you have so many clothes?" Rose asked
"I suppose he picks them up in his travels, tell you what though, Rebekah would never leave this room" Morgana said staring at the racks of shoes
"I don't think I want to leave this room," Rose said and they both burst into giggles.
"thank you" Rose spoke up as they were both looking through the dresses after Morgana directed them to the right rack
"for what?" she wondered, placing back a pale green dress that she didn't like
"for being my friend, I don't really get along with most people on the estate- apart from Shareen and Mickey and when I tried to make friends off the estate they just thought I was some chav" Rose spoke quietly, her voice was laced with pain
"well I should thank you as well," Morgana said
"what do you mean?" Rose asked
"I don't really have friends, Rose, in the supernatural world I'm feared due to my power, due to being Queen, due to being a Mikaelson and yes, it was of my own doing to protect my family, but I'm…always expected to be a leader, to my siblings I'm their big sister that they can complain to and I fix their problems but I cannot really do the same back-only occasionaly and that's usually giving orders or something and with my children, well I'm their mother and who doesn't place their mother on a pedestal?" she asked rhetorically she knew that she had done so before her mother just became Esther but even a thousand years later it still stung- she quickly shuck it off though " it's rare for me to find someone prepared to look past all that and to make friends with me as a human it's similar for my siblings but at least they're not as terrifying as I, immortality can be lonely with no one to share it with" she ruminated
"But you're not" Rose was quick to reassure "you have me and the Doctor and your siblings and children"
"I know," Morgana said "sometimes I just need to be pulled out of my own head, sometimes I just…I feel so old"
"well you don't look a day over nineteen" she joked, and Morgana laughed
Rose pulled out a black gown with a blood-red underskirt and held it up against her body before turning to Morgana "what do you think?" she asked
"you would look lovely" she complimented before handing over a hair accessory and some steampunk looking boots, Rose grinned before dashing off to the changing room
"now, what should I wear?" she asked herself looking at the dresses, her hand reached out for a simple black and green dress but felt a spark shoot through her fingers "ow!" she pulled her hand back before glaring at the ceiling "was that you?" she received an unapologetic hum in answer.
"well, then what should I wear?" Morgana demanded of the TARDIS
The racks Infront of her shifted before finally stopping, and Morgana loved the dress
"oh, don't be so smug" she playfully groused as the TARDIS taunted her
She finished getting dressed in the beautiful dress, and smiled slightly, she didn't mind the corset and quite frankly she had rather missed such beautiful and intricate dresses, dressmaking used to be such an art form.
"Blimey!" she heard the Doctor say as she stepped into the console room, she saw Rose standing on the other end of the room, looking bashful as she played with a tassel on her shawl
"Don't laugh." She begged
The Doctor smiled "You look beautiful, considering."
Rose arched an eyebrow at him "Considering what?"
"That you're human." He shrugged
"I think that's a compliment. Aren't you going to change?" Rose taunted
"I've changed my jumper. Where's Morgana?" he asked
"right here, ignore the git Rose you look lovely, and your jumper looks nice" he was wearing a v neck black jumper
The Doctor turned and stared, and she arched an eyebrow haughtily
"if you say I look nice for a human I will bite you" she warned as she flashed her other face, Rose took a step back instinctively scared, but the Doctor took a step forward
"you look stunning" his voice rumbled in his chest as he stared up at her, the dress was stunning on her a deep blue- her favourite colour and the same shade of the TARDIS, it was inlaid with a golden thread that was designed in the shape of leaves.
She smirked as she preened happily "of course I do, as if a Mikaelson would ever look like anything less than perfection"
"come on," the Doctor said coughing lightly and tearing his eyes from Morgana
The TARDIS laughed to herself as she watched her Thief and her Queen dance around each other, she had taken him to her when he needed her most and now, she brought them to her when she needed her Doctor. A love story, a thousand years in the waiting and she couldn't wait for it to unfold, she would ensure her Thief's and her Queen's happy ever after, Always and Forever.
Rose grinned ordering them "You stay there. You've done this before. This is mine." She turned and strode to the doors of the TARDIS, her head held high. She opened the doors and gasped at the untouched freshly fallen snow in front of her.
"Ready for this? Here we go. History." The Doctor grinned at Morgana
"Dearest I've lived this already" she teased
"but not this chapter" The Doctor retaliated, and she had to concede the point, she had not seen this chapter of history this way.
"well then, let's away" she suggested looping her arm through his and they both headed after Rose who was beaming in glee.
"I'd forgotten how fresh the air was" Morgana commented, breathing in deeply, the air was fresh, cold and delightful. They meandered throughout the little town listening to a choir singing God Rest Ye Merry Gentleman- one of her favoured Christmas songs even if she still held to her pagan beliefs, Morgana and The Doctor pointing out little things and Morgana reminiscing about things, such as the little cobbler's shop that they passed.
"I got the flight a bit wrong." The Doctor grimaced having wandered off to buy a paper before returning to the girls
"I don't care," Rose said as she looked around, Morgana perked up in delight sensing blood in the air.
"It's not 1860, it's 1869." He explained and Morgana shrugged uncaringly, she had spent the majority of the 1800s in New Orleans and America only taking a couple of trips out, having been busy raising Marcellus.
"I don't care." Rose shuck her head, busy staring at the streetlamps
"And it's not Naples." He said sheepishly
"I don't care." Rose sang while Morgana grinned at his cowed expression
"It's Cardiff." He admitted and Morgana's laugh rang through the air
Rose stopped in her tracks turning slowly to look at him saying flatly "Right."
"you're a horrible driver!" Morgana teased merrily
"nine years out! that's not bad" he grumbled
"and half a world away" Rose taunted Morgana looking even more gleeful that he was being ganged upon.
Suddenly screams pierced the air and the trio turned towards the noise
"That's more like it!" he said before taking off
"do you reckon he orchestrated that?" Morgana asked rhetorically before dashing after him
They ran into a theatre, seeing a blue mist swirling around the room as the audience screamed and fled, a man was shouting for the audience to stay seated, citing it to be mere tricks. The police arrived, one man blowing his whistle before he collapsed dead the Doctor looked and grinned
"Fantastic." He said, "Did you see where it came from?" he questioned the man who went on the offensive
"Ah, the wag reveals himself, does he? I trust you're satisfied, sir!" he demanded
"Oi! Leave her alone! Doctor, I'll get them." Rose said determined before dashing after the couple
They called out together "Be careful!" before the Doctor continued "Did it say anything? Can it speak? I'm the Doctor, by the way. This is Morgana"
"Doctor? You look more like a navvie." He turned towards Morgana "A pleasure my Lady" he greeted tipping his hat
"I am happy to make your acquaintance Sir" she murmured softly, pulling on the etiquette of the era like an old coat
"What's wrong with this jumper?" The Doctor demanded looking offended, plucking the jumper between two fingers.
The Doctor noticing where it went lit up "Gas! It's made of gas." He cried grabbing Morgana's hand before dashing out the theatre
"You're not escaping me, sir. What do you know about that hobgoblin, hmm? Projection on glass, I suppose. Who put you up to it?" The man cried, following them, soon joined by another
The Doctor waved him off before climbing into a carriage, dragging Morgana with him "Yeah, mate. Not now, thanks. Oi, you! Follow that hearse!"
"I can't do that, sir." The Carriage Driver spoke
"Why not?" the Doctor was baffled
"I'll tell you why not. I'll give you a very good reason why not. Because this is my coach." The man blustered
"Well, get in, then. Move!" The Doctor demanded, scooping Morgana up and placing her on his lap as the two men climbed into the carriage
"Come on, you're losing them." The Doctor ordered
"Everything in order, Mister Dickens? Mister Mikaelson?" Morgana squeaked
"No! It is not!" the now-named Dickens shouted
"What did he say?" the Doctor asked dumbfounded
"I believe he said Dickens and Mikaelson" Morgana whispered hoping not to be noticed but it was too late
"SISTER?!" came the scandalous tone of her little brother
"What did he say?" the Doctor repeated baffled "sister?"
"Hello, Elijah, you're looking nice" she bashfully smiled at her brother who was sat slumped- as much as he was capable off- next to Dickens who was looking between them
"what-I-Impropriety!" he stuttered "who's he?! Why?! YOUR SAT ON HIS LAP!" Elijah nigh on shrieked before reaching over and hoisting Morgana into his arms and then into his own lap lecturing her the entire way
"Oi!" the Doctor protested "she was fine where she was!"
"No, she wasn't! how dare you try and place my sister on your lap! I should rip your heart out!" Elijah snarled
"Eli, sweet one, it's fine, he's my friend and Doctor he's my little brother" Morgana intervened, and the Doctor calmed down some, crossing his arms and grumbling before turning to Dickens
"Let me say this first. I'm not without a sense of humour." Dickens was flustered as he gaped between the trio, Elijah had a steel grip around his sister's waist and kept shooting murderous looks at the Doctor
"Dickens?" The Doctor questioned
"Yes," Charles said
"Charles Dickens?" he inquired
"Yes." He repeated himself
"The Charles Dickens?" The Doctor was fidgeting in excitement
"Should I remove the gentleman and Lady, sirs?" the driver asked
"Charles Dickens? You're brilliant, you are. Completely one hundred percent brilliant. I've read them all. Great Expectations, Oliver Twist and what's the other one, the one with the ghost?" The Doctor rambled bouncing in his seat while Morgana smiled fondly unaware of her brother watching
"A Christmas Carol?" Dickens suggested
The Doctor waved the suggestion off "No, no, no, the one with the trains. The Signal Man, that's it. Terrifying! The best short story was ever written. You're a genius."
"You want me to get rid of them, sirs?" the driver repeated himself
"Er, no, I think he can stay." He took a look at Elijah who raised his eyebrow imperiously, daring him to do something to his sister "the Lady too"
The Doctor carried on "Honestly, Charles. Can I call you Charles? I'm such a big fan." Morgana hadn't seen him act so endearingly
"A what? A big what?" Charles asked
"er hann ódr?" Elijah asked staring at the Doctor
"gereigir munu stupið bróðir hann's réttr bliðr" she replied
"Ek megmræli ok óderstanð þinn tungþúr veit" The Doctor interjected dryly, and Morgana felt a giggle burst through her lips at Elijah's dumbfounded expression, The Doctor did speak their language beautifully.
The Doctor turned back to Charles "Fan. Number one fan, that's me."
"How exactly are you a fan? In what way do you resemble a means of keeping oneself cool?" Charles had been hoping to find answers to his questions tonight but only seemed to be receiving more questions
"No, it means fanatic, devoted to. Mind you, I've got to say, that American bit in Martin Chuzzlewit, what's that about? Was that just padding or what? I mean, it's rubbish, that bit." He criticized
Charles pouted "I thought you said you were my fan."
"Ah, well, if you can't take criticism. Go on, do the death of Little Nell, it cracks me up. No, sorry, forget about that. Come on, faster!" The Doctor demanded
"Who exactly is in that hearse?" Dickens asked
"My friend. She's only nineteen. It's my fault. She's in my care, and now she's in danger." He said sadly and Morgana reached over and squeezed his hand
"it isn't your fault we decided to go with you, and we will get her out of danger I'm hardly useless" she reassured, ensuring she only changed her eye colour so he could see and understand her meaning.
Charles straightened up, a gleam of excitement in his eyes "Why are we wasting my time talking about dry old books? This is much more important. Driver be swift! The chase is on!"
"Yes, sir!" the driver called
"Attaboy, Charlie." The Doctor cheered
"Nobody calls me Charlie," Charles said
"The ladies do." The Doctor winked
"How do you know that?" Charles said flushing
"I told you, I'm your number one- "
"Number one fan." Charles seemed resigned before glancing at Morgana he opened his mouth, but the Doctor interrupted
"that Lady does not," he said strongly, and Charles closed his mouth
"Sister what have you been up to" Elijah demanded "you're supposed to be in New Orleans with Marcellus"
"technically I am" Morgana evaded
They eventually ended up at the undertaker's, and they all piled out of the carriage
"I'm sorry, sir. We're closed." The maid spoke blocking the door
Charles spoke up "Nonsense. Since when did an Undertaker keep office hours? The dead don't die on schedule. I demand to see your master."
The Maid refuted them again "He's not in, sir."
"Don't lie to me, child. Summon him at once." Charles demanded angrily
"I'm awfully sorry, Mister Dickens, but the master's indisposed." The Maid lied and Morgana sighed heavily
She and the Doctor spotted a gas lamp flaring
"Having trouble with your gas?" The Doctor asked sarcastically and Elijah manoeuvred himself in front of the maid
"Invite us in" he ordered, and the girl gave their invitation into the home
"What the Shakespeare is going on?" Charles demanded
"what was that?" the Doctor asked in an undertone
"Compulsion, remind me to get some vervain, although you might be smart enough to overcome it" Morgana explained as they both moved ahead and into the house
"There's something inside the walls." The Doctor pressed his ear against the wall "The gas pipes. Something's living inside the gas."
"Let me out!" Morgana heard
"that's Rose" she informed the Doctor and they both headed down the hallway
The Doctor bumped into a man who snapped at them "How dare you, sir. This is my house!"
Charles hit back quickly "Shut up."
The man turned towards the maid "I told you."
"Let me out! Somebody open the door! Open the door!" Rose screamed and Morgana yelled through the door
"Rose, get away from the door" she then lifted a foot and kicked in the door then the Doctor darted in and grabbed Rose tugging her away from the moving cadaver
"I think this is my dance." He snarked before gently pushing her into Morgana's arms
"It's a prank. It must be. We're under some mesmeric influence." Charles denied
"Sister, is this the work of witches?" Elijah asked and she shook her head
"No, we're not. The dead are walking. Hi." He explained and greeted Rose
"Hi. Who's your friend?" Rose asked but her eyes were on Elijah
"Charles Dickens." He said
"Okay." She smiled at Elijah and Morgana groaned
"keep your eyes of my little brother please" She moaned, and Rose gaped at her while Elijah smirked smugly
"he's your brother? He's so fit, has great hair" Rose gushed and Morgana faked gagging as Elijah smoothly ran a hand through his hair
"hands off each other the pair of you" she ordered not wanting to watch Rose and Elijah flirt "Hon's lítokkarrr systir er hon var maðr" she spoke rapidly, and Elijah pulled a face quickly turned off
"My name's the Doctor. Who are you, then? What do you want?" He questioned
The woman corpse and the others opened their mouths and began speaking "Failing. Open the rift. We're dying. Trapped in this form. Cannot sustain. Help us. Argh!"
Then a blue gas left their open mouths and returned to the gas lamps causing the copses to collapse
"well, that was eventful" Morgana commented idly
They were all moved into the drawing-room after introductions were made and Rose tore into the master of the house Sneed.
"First of all you drug me, then you kidnap me, and don't think I didn't feel your hands having a quick wander, you dirty old man." Rose raged and Morgana's eyes flashed, she subtly gave Elijah a hand signal who moved closer to the confrontation.
"I won't be spoken to like this!" He sneered standing up to use his height to intimidate Rose, her eyes blazed with fire but Elijah had inserted himself between them, using a few fingers to shove Sneed back into his armchair, a disgusted look on his face
"you will listen to the lady's complaint or I will drain you of every drop of blood in your body" he threatened idly before moving aside for Rose.
"thank you, Elijah, now-"she tossed her head "Then you stuck me in a room full of zombies! And if that ain't enough, you swan off and leave me to die! So come on, talk!" she ordered viciously, and Morgana made a note to buy something for Rose, she was so fierce, she adored it.
"It's not my fault. It's this house. It always had a reputation. Haunted. But I never had much bother until a few months back, and then the stiffs, the er, dearly departed started getting restless." Sneed rambled cowed by Rose
"Tommyrot." Charles denied but Elijah kept a calm look on his face well used to these situations but tossed a questioning look at his sister, but she was unfazed so there was nothing for him to worry over
"You witnessed it. Can't keep the beggars down, sir. They walk. And it's the queerest thing, but they hang on to scraps." Sneed retorted
Morgana watched as Gwyneth placed a cup of tea in front of the Doctor before speaking "Two sugars, sir, just how you like it."
She then moved in front of Morgana and placed a cup down "it's fresh I know you prefer it Miss" Morgana was confused until she took a sip and tasted the tang of fresh blood, glancing down at the maid's hand she noticed a bandage, nodding her thanks she quickly downed the tea, thankful for the fresh blood.
"One old fellow who used to be a sexton almost walked into his own memorial service. Just like the old lady going to your performance, sir, just as she planned." Sneed informed them
"Morbid fancy." Charles denied and Elijah sighed looking disappointed
"eigi einn fyrir þinn sveit bróðir?" Morgana asked
"Ek hafði hugsumk svá, hans sagar vóro svá rikki ek hugsumk hann klever en klearly, hann's klose mindeð" Elijah replied, clearly pouting at the missed opportunity with the man
"Oh, Charles, you were there." The Doctor spoke up, he looked at Morgana in askance obviously eavesdropping on the sibling's conversation, but she shrugged
"I saw nothing but an illusion" Charles repeated, and Morgana sighed, so ignorant.
"If you're going to deny it, don't waste my time. Just shut up. What about the gas?" Clearly fed up
"That's new, sir. Never seen anything like that." Sneed became forthcoming clearly having enough of the situation he had found himself in
"Means it's getting stronger, the rift's getting wider and something's sneaking through." The Doctor said
"What's the rift?" Rose asked as she pulled discreetly at her dress, clearly fed up with the restraining material
"A weak point in time and space. A connection between this place and another. That's the cause of ghost stories, most of the time." The Doctor explained
"That's how I got the house so cheap. Stories going back generations." Sneed interjected
Charles clearly had enough, and he stormed from the room, slamming the door as he left
"Echoes in the dark, queer songs in the air, and this feeling like a shadow passing over your soul. Mind you, truth be told, it's been good for business. Just what people expect from a gloomy old trade like mine." Morgana was shocked he actually said something somewhat intelligent
"Please, miss, you shouldn't be helping. It's not right." Gwyneth cried as Morgana and Rose did the washing up, Morgana being roped into it after receiving a smack on the arm from Rose when she said 'Mikaelson's don't do servants work'
"Don't be daft. Sneed works you to death. How much do you get paid?" Rose said brusquely uncaring of the societal expectations of the time.
"Eight pound a year, miss." Gwyneth gushed
Rose was shocked "How much?"
"I know. I would've been happy with six." Gwyneth confessed
"it's quite a lot, about 1,000 pounds in your talk, she could buy a horse and have leftover money- like a car" Morgana explained in an undertone "it's a very fair wage" and Rose's face cleared up
"So, did you go to school or what?" and Morgana giggled at the obvious thought Rose had that they were all uncivilised and uneducated who played with sticks, even she was taught when she was human.
"Of course, I did. What do you think I am, an urchin? I went every Sunday, nice and proper." Gwyneth explained
"What, once a week?" Rose was shocked before she turned to ask Morgana "what language were you and Elijah speaking earlier?"
"Ancient Norse, it's our mother tongue and a dead language by now- few speak it" she smiled "it's a way to stay close to our roots"
"We did sums and everything. To be honest, I hated every second." She said
"Me too." Rose conspired
"Don't tell anyone, but one week, I didn't go and ran on the heath all on my own," Gwyneth told them
"I used to sneak to the river and meadow and make flower crowns with my sister" Morgana admitted
"truly miss?" Gwyneth asked
Morgana laughed "our brothers would join us, and they would make such a ruckus our mother would find us and drag us back"
Rose grinned at both of them "I did plenty of that. I used to go down the shops with my mate Shareen. We used to go and look at boys."
Gwyneth blushed "Well, I don't know much about that, miss."
Rose nudged her with her elbow placing the dishes down to dry "Come on, times haven't changed that much. I bet you've done the same."
"I don't think so, miss." Gwyneth denied but her cheeks turned cherry red
Rose grinned delighted "Gwyneth, you can tell me. I bet you've got your eye on someone."
"come on Gwyneth, we won't spill" Morgana promised
"I suppose. There is one lad. The butcher's boy. He comes by every Tuesday. Such a lovely smile on him." Gwyneth confessed to them
"I like a nice smile. Good smile, nice bum." Rose revealed and they all laughed
"Well, I have never heard the like." Gwyneth was scandalised but her eyes were merry
"I like nice eyes and a grin is important, but personality is everything" Morgana confessed a slight flush on her cheeks and Rose cheered at having her open up like that.
She turned towards Gwyneth and encouraged "Ask him out. Give him a cup of tea or something, that's a start."
"I swear it is the strangest thing, misses. You both got all the clothes and the breeding, but you talk like some sort of wild thing." Morgana snorted unladylike at that and got a slap from Rose.
"Maybe I am. Maybe that's a good thing. You need a bit more in your life than Mister Sneed." Rose stated
"Oh, now that's not fair. He's not so bad, old Sneed. He was very kind to me to take me in because I lost my mum and dad to the flu when I was twelve." Gwyneth defended her master and honestly, Morgana was surprised, not many in this time would do such a thing, the poor in this time were not to be seen, burdens and clearly wanted the life they had- it was a foul thing to be true but Morgana couldn't help everyone.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Rose said and Morgana similarly uttered her condolences
"Thank you, miss. But I'll be with them again, one day, sitting with them in paradise. I shall be so blessed. They're waiting for me. Maybe your dad's up there waiting for you too, miss." Here she turned to Morgana "I know your parents are waiting for you, not in paradise, somewhere else" Morgana was unsure whether or not to take that as a threat.
"Maybe. Er, who told you he was dead?" Rose questioned and Morgana looked at Gwyneth curious, she hadn't gotten the feeling of witch off her and she had been compelled.
"I don't know. Must have been the Doctor." She denied but her heartbeat skipped.
Rose frowned "My father died years back."
"But you've been thinking about him lately more than ever." Morgana started feeling like she was intruding
"I suppose so. How do you know all this?"
"Mister Sneed says I think too much. I'm all alone down here. I bet you've got dozens of servants, haven't you, miss?" Gwyneth asked glancing between them
"No, no servants where I'm from," Rose said
Morgana shrugged leaning against the countertop "in a way yes I have servants"
"And you've come such a long way." Gwyneth tone had begun to become dreamy
"What makes you think so?" they shared glances both moving closer to Gwyneth
"You're from London. I've seen London in drawings, but never like that. All those people rushing about half-naked, for shame. And the noise, and the metal boxes racing past, and the birds in the sky, no, they're metal as well. Metal birds with people in them. People are flying. And you, you've flown so far. Further than anyone. The things you've seen. The darkness, the big bad wolf." She turned to Morgana "and you Miss, eyes so ancient, you've seen so much, lived through so much, always in the defence of your family but when will someone defend you? Who will take the burden off your shoulders? Who will forgive you? Who will make a vow to you? Who will share your always and forever? The Phantom Queen, The Lonely God" she snapped out of her trance-like state and began sobbing "I'm sorry misses, I'm so sorry"
"It's all right." Rose soothed
"hush now, nothing to worry about darling" Morgana reassured as her mind spun
"I can't help it. Ever since I was a little girl, my mam said I had the sight. She told me to hide it." She disclosed
They all jumped having been engrossed in the conversation when the Doctor interrupted "But it's getting stronger, more powerful, is that right?"
"All the time, sir. Every night, voices in my head." She divulged
"You grew up on top of the rift. You're part of it. You're the key." The Doctor realised
"I've tried to make sense of it, sir. Consulted with spiritualists, table rappers, all sorts." She smiled ruefully
"Well, that should help. You can show us what to do." The Doctor decided
"What to do where, sir?" she asked in confusion and Morgana drew a hand down her face, knowing where he was going with this
"We're going to have a seance." He announced and Morgana groaned
"This is how Madam Mortlock summons those from the Land of Mists, down in Bute Town. Come, we must all join hands." Gwyneth explained as Morgana sat in her chair wondering how the doctor had managed to convince her to do this, across the table, Elijah arched an eyebrow at her but followed her lead
"I can't take part in this," Charles admitted staring at the table distrustfully
"Humbug? Come on, open mind." The Doctor encouraged
"This is precisely the sort of cheap mummery I strive to unmask. Seances? Nothing but luminous tambourines and a squeezebox concealed between the knees. This girl knows nothing." He blustered and Morgana rolled her eyes
"Now, don't antagonise her. I love a happy medium." He laughed at his own pun
Morgana laughed "that was terrible" but he just winked, pleased with himself, Elijah narrowed his eyes at the Doctor
"I can't believe you just said that." Rose admonished
"Come on, we might need you." The Doctor said and Charles sighed heavily and sat down between Rose and Gwyneth
"Goodman. Now, Gwyneth, reach out." He instructed
Gwyneth nodded and started speaking as everyone linked hands" Speak to us. Are you there? Spirits, come. Speak to us that we may relieve your burden."
Morgana could hear the whispering startup
"Can you hear that?" Rose asked her hand gripping Gwyneth's tightly
"Nothing can happen. This is sheer folly." Charles dismissed and Elijah clucked his tongue in annoyance
"Look at her." Rose gestured
"I see them. I feel them." Gwyneth sounded delighted
Tendrils of gas started floating above their heads and Morgana watched in interest
"What's it saying?"
"They can't get through the rift. Gwyneth, it's not controlling you, you're controlling it. Now, look deep. Allow them through." The Doctor asked of Gwyneth
She cried out in denial "I can't!"
"Yes, you can. Just believe it. I have faith in you, Gwyneth. Make the link." He encouraged her
Gwyneth seemed to be successful as she breathed out "Yes."
Then Blue outlines of people appeared behind Gwyneth and Morgana rose an eyebrow
"Great God! Spirits from the other side." Sneed explained
"from our other side?" Elijah asked and Morgana shook her head
"The other side of the universe." The Doctor said
The figures then began speaking with two children's voices, and Gwyneth spoke with them
"Pity us. Pity the Gelth. There is so little time. Help us."
"What do you want us to do?" the Doctor asked determination on his face
"The rift. Take the girl to the rift. Make the bridge." They ordered
"What for?" He asked of them
"We are so very few. The last of our kind. We face extinction." They explained
"Why, what happened?" he questioned them
"Once we had a physical form like you, but then the war came."
Charles then asked "War? What war?"
"The Time War. The whole universe convulsed. The Time War raged. Invisible to smaller species but devastating to higher forms. Our bodies wasted away. We're trapped in this gaseous state."
The Doctor then spoke but his face was pale "So that's why you need the corpses."
"We want to stand tall, to feel the sunlight, to live again. We need a physical form, and your dead are abandoned. They're going to waste. Give them to us." They pleaded
"But we can't." Rose protested
"Why not?" the Doctor argued
"It's not. I mean, it's not" she spluttered
"Not decent? Not polite? It could save their lives." he snapped
The gelth asked one more time "Open the rift. Let the Gelth through. We're dying. Help us. Pity the Gelth."
The Gelth went back into the gas lamps and Gwyneth collapsed across the table
"Gwyneth?" Rose and Morgana had rushed over to her, Morgana reaching out to check her pulse, it was faint, but it was there.
Charles was in shock "All true."
"Are you okay?" Rose asked gently as Morgana gestured Elijah over
"It's all true," Charles muttered
"carry her into the other room and lay her down on the chaise will you?" she asked and he nodded, he gently picked Gwyneth up who weakly protested before passing out he carried her out of the room and into the other, with everyone following.
A while later everyone was relaxing in the room as Gwyneth came back to consciousness, the Doctor looking at her deep in thought as Rose rushed to comfort her
"It's all right. You just sleep."
"But my angels, miss. They came, didn't they? They need me?" she asked
"They do need you, Gwyneth. You're they're only chance of survival." He informed her
"I've told you, leave her alone. She's exhausted and she's not fighting your battles. Drink this." Rose snapped infuriated with all of this
"Well, what did you say, Doctor? Explain it again. What are they?" Sneed turned towards the Doctor
"Aliens." He said
"Like foreigners, you mean?"
The Doctor snorted "Pretty foreign, yeah. From up there." He gestured his hand in an upwards position
"Brecon?" he queried
The Doctor hummed "Close. And they've been trying to get through from Brecon to Cardiff but the road's blocked. Only a few can get through and even then, they're weak. They can only test drive the bodies for so long, then they have to revert to gas and hide in the pipes."
Elijah leant down so his lips were next to his sister's ears "is this true?"
"if vampire, werewolves and witches are real why not aliens?" she questioned
He grunted conceding the point before stating "this isn't over yet"
"Which is why they need the girl." Charles realised
"They're not having her." she snapped
"But she can help. Living on the rift, she's become part of it. She can open it up, make a bridge and let them through." The Doctor reiterated
"Incredible. Ghosts that are not ghosts but beings from another world, who can only exist in our world by inhabiting cadavers." Charles marvelled, Morgana was reminded of necromancy that was borderline black magic, technically she and her siblings were created from a twisted necromancy spell, so her feelings were torn on the idea
"Good system. It might work." The Doctor nodded
"You can't let them run around inside of dead people," Rose argued hotly
He shrugged unconcernedly "Why not? It's like recycling."
"Seriously though, you can't." She rowed
"Seriously though, I can." He rebutted
"It's just wrong. Those bodies were living people. We should respect them even in death. Morgana back me up here!" she turned to Morgana for support who sighed
"My family is technically dead Rose, but I can see her point Doctor, she sees it as desecrating the corpse but Rose, the corpse is just an empty vessel, the soul has moved on I can assure you of that they're can't consent but most of all it's Gwyneth's decision, she is the only one who can give any consent and I will not have her forced either way" she warned and with her piece said she sat back and let them squabble it out.
The Doctor nodded his head to Morgana in understanding before turning to Rose "Do you carry a donor card?"
Rose still had her blood up and she argued "That's different. That's"
"It is different, yeah. It's a different morality. Get used to it or go home. You heard what they said, time's short. I can't worry about a few corpses when the last of the Gelth could be dying." He snapped hotly; Morgana had a feeling that his survivor guilt was kicking in.
"I don't care. They're not using her." Rose barked
Gwyneth spoke up her tone soft but firm "Don't I get a say, miss?"
"Look, you don't understand what's going on," Rose said patronisingly
"You would say that, miss, because that's very clear inside your head, that you think I'm stupid." Gwyneth pointed out
"That's not fair." Her tone was hurt
"It's true, though. Things might be very different where you're from, but here and now, I know my own mind, and the angels need me. Doctor, what do I have to do?" Gywneth stated, her face set with determination
He glanced at Morgana before saying "You don't have to do anything."
"They've been singing to me since I was a child, sent by my mam on a holy mission. So, tell me." She was fervent in her desire and clearly wasn't going to be deterred
"We need to find the rift. This house is on a weak spot, so there must be a spot that's weaker than any other. Mister Sneed, what's the weakest part of this house? The place where most of the ghosts have been seen?" he glanced at Sneed
"That would be the morgue." He said
Rose groaned "No chance you were going to say gazebo, is there?"
Morgana laughed.
They all traipsed down the stairs and into the cold, dank morgue
"Urgh. Talk about Bleak House." The Doctor commented
"The thing is, Doctor, the Gelth don't succeed, 'cos I know they don't. I know for a fact there weren't corpses walking around in 1869." Rose said
"there was that recent occurrence in New Orleans" Elijah intervened, and Morgana hummed having forgotten the failed attempt from a voodoo witch to overthrow the balance kept in New Orleans
She heard them striking up a conversation but couldn't listen as Elijah and moved in front of her
"truth, now Sister" he ordered, and she nodded
"I'm from the year 2005, the Doctor is an alien with a time-travelling machine, there is a Morgana of this time-of 1860 who's currently in New Orleans helping Marcellus with his control but that's not me, that's past me. When you go back to New Orleans you cannot mention any of this to me" she warned
Elijah nodded; he was still confused but he would do as his sister ordered: "when will I know it's safe to discuss it?"
"I will inform you that I'm going travelling and after that conversation, it will be safe," she said
"what of our other siblings? Do they know?" he questioned and she freezed
"perhaps? I wouldn't know" she flushed slightly at the disapproving look on her brother's face
"sister do you know what you're doing?" he asked, "I see the way you look-"
His sentence was overridden by Rose who had spoken
"Here they come."
A Gelth came out of a gas lamp by the door and stood under a stone archway.
"You've come to help. Praise the Doctor. Praise him." the Gelth sung
"Promise you won't hurt her," Rose demanded
"Hurry! Please, so little time. Pity the Gelth." The Gelth ignored her
"I'll take you somewhere else after the transfer. Somewhere you can build proper bodies. This isn't a permanent solution, all right?" The Doctor said
"My angels. I can help them live." She said reverently and Morgana got a bad feeling in her stomach
"Okay, where's the weak point?" the Doctor glanced around the room
"Here, beneath the arch." They directed
"Beneath the arch," Gwyneth repeated before she stood under the arch inside of the Gelth
"You don't have to do this." Rose attempted to convince her once more
"My angels." Gwyneth breathed
"Establish the bridge. Reach out to the void. Let us through!" They encouraged
"Yes, I can see you. I can see you. Come!" she cried out
"Bridgehead establishing."
"Come to me. Come to this world, poor lost souls!" Gwyneth's expression was pleading, her arms raised slightly
"It is begun. The bridge is made." They declared
Gwyneth opened her mouth, and blue gas started pouring out
"She has given herself to the Gelth. The bridge is open. We descend." The said triumphantly
Their sweet blue appearance turns flame red with sharp teeth. Its voice deepens and hardens.
"The Gelth will come through in force." Morgana glanced at the Doctor
Charles spoke up, his expression slowly shifting to terror "You said that you were few in number."
"A few billion. And all of us in need of corpses." They gloated and then the dead began to rise
"Gwyneth, stop this. Listen to your master. This has gone far enough. Stop dabbling, child, and leave these things alone, I beg of you" Sneed asked
Rose tried to warn "Mister Sneed, get back!" but it was too late
A corpse grabbed Sneed and snapped his neck before a Gelth zoomed into his mouth
"I think it's gone a little bit wrong." The Doctor admitted as he backed up
"you don't think?" Morgana questioned sarcastically Elijah moving close to his sister
"I have joined the legions of the Gelth. Come, march with us." Here coaxed getting closer
"No." Charles whimpered
"We need bodies. All of you. Dead. The human race. Dead." The corpses taunted
"Gwyneth, stop them! Send them back now!" the Doctor tried to order
"five more bodies. Convert them. Make them vessels for the Gelth." They chanted
Sneed backed them up against a metal gate while Charles was separated from them
"Doctor, I can't. I'm sorry. This new world of yours is too much for me. I'm so-"
The Doctor and Rose hide behind the metal gate, where the corpses cannot reach them but Morgana and Elijah stood in front of the gate in defence, Morgana especially angered by this, the Doctor had tried to help, and then they do this to him?
"Give yourself to glory. Sacrifice your lives for the Gelth." They demanded and Morgana snarled
"I trusted you. I pitied you!" The Doctor cried, distressed.
"We don't want your pity. We want this world and all its flesh."
"Not while I'm alive." He threatened but it didn't really work seeing as how he was behind the metal gate.
"Then live no more." They stated
Charles ran out of the house, and Morgana could finally start working, Elijah helping her, Morgana's face had slipped and her fangs and eyes were on full display as she and Elijah shoved the corpses with their strength sending them flying into the opposite wall, Elijah reached out and tried to rip a heart out-his signature move- but he pulled his hand away disgusted as all her brought back was a handful of embalming fluid, Morgana reached out to snap a neck but the bones shifted underneath her tight grip and the corpse carried on. So they just had to resort to tossing them away.
"But I can't die. Tell me I can't. I haven't even been born yet. It's impossible for me to die. Isn't it?" Rose questioned
"I'm sorry." The Doctor said as he gripped her hand staring at Morgana's whose pretty dress was now torn and dirtied, her honey hair had fallen from the bun she had it in, now falling to her waist. Elijah's suit was also rumpled, and his hair ruffled
"But it's 1869. How can I die now?" Rose cried
"Time isn't a straight line. It can twist into any shape. You can be born in the twentieth century and die in the nineteenth and it's all my fault. I brought you here." The Doctor said
Morgana sighed heavily, not tired with the fight but with the conversation, she turned, letting Elijah take over for a second
"One, Rose you're not going to die, Elijah and I are perfectly capable of dealing with this, also Doctor none of this is your fault, she is an adult and can make her own decisions" she berated before one of the corpses tried to grab her, huffing she turned and kicked the man viciously in the chest, he went sailing across the room and she laughed at how his chest had caved in
"Morgana's right It's not your fault. I wanted to come." She had calmed down and reassured the Doctor
"What about me? I saw the fall of Troy, World War Five. I pushed boxes at the Boston Tea Party. Now I'm going to die in a dungeon in Cardiff." Now apparently it was the Doctor's turn to be dramatic
"your both going to be perfectly fine" Elijah interjected rolling his eyes "sister when did you pick up such dramatic people?" he smirked at their offending objections.
They all noticed when Charles Dickens came stumbling back into the room, terror on his face but also determination
"Doctor! Doctor! Turn off the flame, turn up the gas! Now, fill the room, all of it, now!" He ordered and they all looked at him as he began turning the knobs for the gas pipes
"What're you doing?" The Doctor questioned
"Turn it all on. Flood the place!" Charles explained hurriedly as he held a handkerchief to his mouth
"Brilliant. Gas." He cried before he turned, noticing a pipe in the room he and Rose was in, he reached up and pulled hard snapping the pipe open
"What, so we choke to death instead?" Rose demanded as Morgana sped around the room, ripping pipes out of the wall
Charles questioned "Am I correct, Doctor? These creatures are gaseous."
"Fill the room with gas, it'll draw them out of the host. Suck them into the air like poison from a wound!" The Doctor shouted
"I hope, oh Lord, I hope that this theory will be validated soon, if not immediately." Muttered backing away from a corpse
"Plenty more!" the Doctor yelled ripping another pipe from the wall
"It's working," Charles said with relief as the Gelth was sucked out of the corpses and left to float
Rose and The Doctor came out of the alcove, Morgana staying close to him and she was thankful Elijah stayed close to Rose, his posture still defensive.
"Gwyneth, send them back. They lied. They're not angels." The Doctor told her
"Liars?" Gwyneth questioned a heartbroken expression on her face
"I'm so sorry sweet one" Morgana spoke sadly
"Look at me. If your mother and father could look down and see this, they'd tell you the same. They'd give you the strength. Now send them back!" He ordered
Rose began coughing "I can't breathe."
"Charles, get her out." The Doctor told him
"I'm not leaving her." Rose protested
"They're too strong." Gwyneth moaned
"Remember that world you saw? Rose's world? All those people. None of it will exist unless you send them back through the rift." The Doctor pleaded with her
"I can't send them back. But I can hold them. Hold them in this place, hold them here. Get out." Gwyneth ordered as she pulled a match box from her pocket, they all connected the dots quickly
"You can't!" Rose sobbed
"Leave this place!" Gwyneth would not be discouraged from her course
"Rose, get out. Go now. I won't leave her while she's still in danger. Now go!" The Doctor demanded
"Elijah" Morgana decreed, and He nodded before he steered Rose and Charles out of the room, his eye still on the copses mistrustfully
"Come on, leave give that to me." The Doctor coaxed and Morgana snapped
"I think not!"
He turned towards her frustrated "she'll die!"
"so, would you!" she snarled "I'll be fine"
"you cannot keep sacrificing yourself!" he spat
"why not?" she demanded of him "I'm immortal, indestructible"
"you still get hurt!" he bellowed, and she was taken aback.
He turned towards Gwyneth and took a second look before he pressed his fingers, he whispered: "I'm sorry." And Morgana realised what had occurred, he placed a kiss on her forehead and thanked her before he grabbed Morgana's hand and racing through the house, they made it out of the house before an explosion occurred, the Doctor covering Morgana as they went flying into the street, the house exploding in fire behind them.
"She didn't make it." Rose mourned
"sister, are you okay?" Elijah tore her away from the Doctor as he fussed over her looking for injuries "do you need blood?" he whispered, rolling up his sleeve in offering
"no, brother I'm perfectly fine" she reassured as she stared at the Doctor
"I'm sorry. She closed the rift." The Doctor said
"At such a cost. The poor child." He said a mournful look on his face
The Doctor pleaded "I did try, Rose, but Gwyneth was already dead. She had been for at least five minutes."
"What do you mean?" she questioned in shock
"I think she was dead from the minute she stood in that arch." He explained
"she had no heartbeat" Elijah added shrugging his shoulder, he had no idea what the requirements of this…adventure…was so he had kept quiet, Morgana flushed realising she hadn't picked up on it but in her defence she was busy.
"But she can't have. She spoke to us. She helped us. She saved us. How could she have done that?" Rose speculated
"There are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy. Even for you, Doctor." Charles pondered
"She saved the world. A servant girl. No one will ever know." Rose said dejected Morgana wrapped an arm around her shoulders
"we will" she comforted
They had all moved through the town and back to the TARDIS, standing in front of it as they said their goodbyes.
"Right then, Charlie boy, I've just got to go into my, er, shed. Won't be long." The Doctor said and Morgana rolled her eyes at the brilliant TARDIS being reduced to a bloody shed, the TARDIS hummed in agreement
"What are you going to do now?" Rose pried
"I shall take the mail coach back to London, quite literally post-haste. This is no time for me to be on my own. I shall spend Christmas with my family and make amends to them. After all, I've learned tonight, there can be nothing more vital." Charles revolved
"You've cheered up." The Doctor observed noticing the Mikaelson siblings having a whispered conversation between them
Charles grinned at the pair "Exceedingly! This morning, I thought I knew everything in the world. Now I know I've just started. All these huge and wonderful notions, Doctor. I'm inspired. I must write about them."
"Do you think that's wise?"
Charles was quick to reassure her "I shall be subtle at first. The Mystery of Edwin Drood still lacks an ending. Perhaps the killer was not the boy's uncle. Perhaps he was not of this Earth. The Mystery of Edwin Drood and the Blue Elementals. I can spread the word, tell the truth."
"Good luck with it. Nice to meet you. Fantastic." He beamed
"Bye, then, and thanks." Rose shook his hand and then kissed his cheek
Charles blushed "Oh, my dear. How modern. Thank you, but, I don't understand. In what way is this goodbye? Where are you going?"
"You'll see. In the shed." The Doctor teased
"Upon my soul, Doctor, it's one riddle after another with you. But after all these revelations, there's one mystery you still haven't explained. Answer me this. Who are you?" he pondered
The Doctor smiled mysteriously shrugging his shoulders "Just a friend passing through."
"But you have such knowledge of future times. I don't wish to impose on you, but I must ask you. My books. Doctor, do they last?" he asked
"Oh, yes!" The Doctor was quick to answer
"For how long?" he probed
"Forever. Right. Shed. Come on, Rose, Morgana"
"In the box? All three of you?" he said looking scandalised
"Down boy. See you." The Doctor teased before turning and intending to go into the TARDIS, but a clearing throat stopped him, he saw Elijah staring at him before he looked at his sister and quirked an eyebrow
"fine" she rolled her eyes "come on Rose, you must be sick and tired of that dress"
"Doctor" Elijah spoke up, his dark eyes intense
"yes Elijah?" the Doctor asked genially
"I feel as if I should…warn you" Elijah informed him and the Doctor's shoulders straightened, unsure of where this conversation was going
"warn me? That's good" he gave an idiot grin
Elijah wasn't fooled after seeing the Doctor in action and his clear intelligence "my sister is attached to you in a way I haven't seen before…ever, even with her suitor eight hundred years ago, there was affection but not this-" he waved a hand "instant spark, connection if you will"
"right?" the Doctor had felt that with her but was unsure as to what Elijah was insinuating
"my family is possessive and powerful and we've never been told 'No' especially by our sister, for nigh on a thousand years, her only goal has been to see to our and her children's content and safety, she has achieved that goal over and over again but each time she adopts someone new…there's always an adjustment period" Elijah explained
"so, you think I'm the new adoption?" The Doctor asked something shifting uncomfortably inside of him
"No" Elijah smiled ruefully, "I think your something so much more, you know when Niklaus was born and Morgana cared for him, I tried to drown him in the river when Kol was born Niklaus was always hitting him and pretending to cry to garner our sister's attention when Rebekah was born they both tried to sell her to a passing merchant"
"what's this got to do with me?" The Doctor wanted to know
"When you're the apple of someone's eye it is hard to share that attention but it's so much worse with my sister, she's like the sun and when someone new comes along and you have to share that sunshine? Well my family has never been good at sharing what they deem as theirs especially our sister, she is the head and heart of our family and we do not easily trust with her heart" he informed him "Morgana is similarly as possessive as what she considers hers and make no mistake you're her's Rose too" he added to soften the blow, he could just tell what was going to occur between them.
"right," the Doctor said, not understanding the purpose of the conversation
"what I'm saying is whether my siblings do or do not know about you when they do prepare for some…backlash, they and her children will not share her easily"
"what and you're different?" he asked
"No, I'm more conniving" Elijah smirked "by being nice to you I gain Morgana's approval and when they inevitably meet you and blow up-which they will- Morgana will look to me to fix everything, which I will and then I'll be her favourite"
"so, this is a game?" the Doctor asked
"of a sort" he shrugged again "it's a game we've been playing for a thousand years, of course, Morgana doesn't know about it. She'd be disappointed if she knew and quite frankly that's a pain none of us could handle, however- "Elijah's face turned stoic "if you harm or upset my sister I'll kill you, painfully, slowly and with unending agony"
"Right" the Doctor nodded so he was supposed to be one of the calmer Mikaelsons? The Doctor resolved to try and avoid her other siblings unless absolutely necessary.
"Doesn't that change history if he writes about blue ghosts?" Rose asked as the Doctor walked around the console, Morgana had her eyes on the screen, her brother staring at the wonderful blue box as did Charles
"In a week's time it's 1870, and that's the year he dies. Sorry. He'll never get to tell his story." He looked towards Morgana who still looked beautiful, even after the trying night.
"Oh, no. He was so nice." Rose lamented
"Elijah was rather sad about it" Morgana piped into the conversation
"But in your time, he was already dead. We've brought him back to life, and he's more alive now than he's ever been, old Charlie boy. Let's give him one last surprise. I'm sure your brother will love this too" he grinned, and Morgana reflected it, her dimples on show.
He pulled the lever and the TARDIS dematerialised into the night.
A/N:
DON'T OWN ANYTHING ahhh, okay so I was up until 3 am writing this, passed out, woke up at 10 am to carry on writing it so it might jump a little, but totally worth it. unquiet dead isn't my favourite 9 episode but honestly there's so few :( anyways something I forgot to add in the last chapter but I added in the whole 'colour' thing for the wholesomeness but also because it strikes me as rather intimate when you just sort of know something mundane about someone if that makes sense? like I get the whole deep conversations about life in the universe or the goofy ones where you discuss smurf reproduction (I love both types of convo) but it seems intimate when you've known someone (For however long) and you look over and notice they're left handed but you never knew that about them before and your just like 'huh, never knew that' but it's private and yours and beautiful.
Thanks for the follows and favourites and such like! it means a lot but if there's anything in particular you like or want to see tell me? also surprise mikaleson and Rose bonding and the mikaelson's have been playing pick the favourite for a thousand years? gasp! my siblings do it too its (mostly) playful.
Translations-
er hann ódr?- is he mad?
gereigir munu stupið bróðir hann's réttr bliðr- don't be stupid brother he's just happy
Ek megmræli ok óderstanð þinn tungþúr veit- i can understand and speak your language you know
Hon's lítokkarrr systir er hon var maðr- she's like our little sister when she was human
eigi einn fyrir þinn sveit bróðir?- is he for your little group brother?
Ek hafði hugsumk svá, hans sagar vóro svá rikki ek hugsumk hann klever en klearly, hann's klose mindeð- I had thought so, his tales were so great I thought him clever but clearly, he's close minded