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    SPACE travel was never pleasant for Claire. Sure, she loved the adventures and different places the Doctor and her visited, but – she got travel sick more often than not. Which is what made her sit down on the floor and look up at The Doctor with a frown. “ Look, I know you’ve told me a thousand times you have this under control —— but do you really know what you’re doing? ”     @obcyme   /   s.c.

            ‘ Of course I do. ’            His reply turned snappy without his intension, a little hint of guilt as he looked at her. She had expressed her concerns before and he understood as to why, The Doctor wasn’t one for reminiscing about the past any more but those first times in his Tardis.            ‘ I really do, just trust me on this one. I’ve been doing this for centuries. ’

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            Keeping the ever growing aggressive emotions at bay proved to be a manageable task with Rose at his side, a smile present more with her than ever since he regenerated, up to the point where they were more regular than his normal stoic expressions, today was a little different.

            Since regenerating she had never been quite this close to death, walking near the end of a tightrope and suddenly being launched back, her feet just barely balancing, the danger of tipping either side was becoming ever present until they had arrived in the Tardis and there was an anger the size of a dragon whose chain had snapped.

            ‘ What were you doing? ’            His cold voice echoed across the Tardis, his tone was too harsh, while not all of it was in her power, she had decided to come despite the constant warnings, all the chemicals were lethal to her, the fact that those chemicals hadn’t quite killed her proved to be rather surprising.            ‘You could’ve died. ’

           Whether he was in his right mind or not didn’t matter anymore, she had been in danger which she chose for herself despite the many times before he attempted to save her, he couldn’t save her from herself.            ‘Don’t do this ever again. ’

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     It’s always difficult, these situations. Brows furrowed, Thirteen regards the other with a critical gaze. It’s the face she remembers, but there is something different underneath, like a hidden electrical current that makes the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Her eyes narrow – it’s a feeling she has vague memories of, one that brings darker thoughts to the edges of her mind, ready to drag her in. She’s almost let them before; it gets harder and harder to fight each time, and his presence is making it all the more harder.

      “What do you think you’re doing?”

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           There is something familiar to her, reminiscent of his old self yet vastly different, his eyes shift as a curiosity surfaces, no one quite feels this much like him or like who he was. Yet this wasn’t the past, even though his memory was hazy sometime, this would be one of the nine red flags in his memory, clear as the sun. A change in her behaviour, the confidence grew smaller as she was fighting something, memories maybe ? He didn’t know, while curiosity peaked, leading almost every choice he couldn’t quite care.

           ‘ Nothing special. ’             His nonchalant response, followed with a mere shrug.

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❛ Do you trust me? ❜

      Trust was a hard thing to come by, quite impossible for him now. Only trust yourself. He used to put trust in people, humans, and that never went as he hoped, trust was betrayed and left him vulnerable, something he swore never to be again. Did yourself apply now? It spun in his head, an angel beckoning him that in theory, this is him, just younger. A devil appeared no second later though, anger stemming from trickery that had happened before, never again.

        ‘ Would you trust me if I appeared out of seemingly nowhere claiming to be your future self? ’        The logical answer would be no. He was younger though, ages of experience in his far future waiting for him, the Doctor never considered himself to be naive but compared to now, his younger self seemed a shell from the man he is now. Trust was a valuable thing, not to be given out.

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           He had met her a handful of time now, the ever growing mystery despite that their encounters grew closer together, of course close in this case was once within a year but time had always been a hazy irregular thing. Nonetheless the intrigue was no different this time, silence subdued the ever growing rage and with his mind able to focus on something else he felt oddly like himself, a thing he hadn’t felt like in some time.

            ‘ Is this a regular place you visit? ’             His voice floated away like the wind, nature was all that surrounded them, truly stunning. Learning of her methods of travel, a feat he achieved by subtle observations, careful details he started to notice. 

            Frustration came along with her, a child’s curiosity made him feel younger but not knowing gave him a frustration he was yet to face, anger at the fact that a simple explanation couldn’t just be given to him, especially with all that happened in the Library, a thing he decided not to even think about too much. ‘ We tend to find each other quite a bit here. ’

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                – – the silence that stretches between them is almost UNBEARABLE. Of course, Rose Tyler is no fool. Things were bound to be different this time… Here she was older, perhapswiser, at the very least with a wider scope of the universe since they’d first met. Time, in its ceaseless habits, stretched out hopelessly between them and all of their usual chatter and laughter seemed to have fallen into its chasm. Still, here she was – alive and well – BACK WHERE SHE BELONGED. Very much safe, all thanks to him, as rather the usual. Her fingers twitched, arm muscles tense, as if ready to tug him into a hug… But holding herself back.                                                          Was it worry? Or… Fear, perhaps? ❝ … all right. ❞ Rose answered, a short response, coupled with a nervous tug of a bottom lip between teeth, brittle skin rubbed raw, and a slow shift of a foot to move her closer to him. Anything to soothe the distance between them… After all this time, something felt so WRONGabout leaving any air between the two of them. The Doctor and Rose Tyler. As it should be.                                                                                                   ❝ …and you? ❞

            ‘ Okay, ’             Yet his voice betrayed him, numb was more true, numb to all other feeling than anger that haunted him yet every second that he spend with her a bit of his old self seemed to shift back, wanting to care for her, longing for her. Fear started to creep in, despite all there was an ache for love yet returning that, she didn’t have to.

            He was retreated, preferred time alone to learn what to do with the feelings, anger clouding his mind and rage fuelling every action, these feelings he tried to repress as best as he could, ignore as though they didn’t exist but they did and he became more aware of what monster he could turn into, fighting his own nature could destroy him, accepting it could ruin the universe.            ‘ I’ve been better, and worse. ’

            Sadness? Lust ? Desire ? He didn’t know, he did know he wanted to love her unconditionally like he had, both a friend and a lover where conflicts could be talked about and love was intimate without anything sexual. Yet with who he was now, there was a high doubt it would ever happen again.            ‘ I was wondering... ’

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❛ How is that working out for you? ❜

        ‘ This? ’        All the anger, aggression and rather grey morality, it had been odd. Despite the ever growing desire for it, a need, an addiction tugging him every second once he chose to fulfil the desires that fuelled him he was left empty, eaten and spit out, left on the side with the mess he had gotten himself in. Yet he didn’t feel guilty, new choices favoured the many instead of his few, being more direct tended to get more things done, no more pointless arguing with humans who didn’t grasp the situation.

        ‘ Well, ’        How had it worked? In the span of a while he had saved more lives yet those lives were just numbers, meaningless in the grand scheme of things, no personal value. Yet guilt had seemingly disappeared, the odd bout would rise whenever he had too much time on his hand, beside that it was gone from the face of the earth, that alone was worth it.        ‘ Better than I expected, you get a lot more done. ’

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❛ What are you staring at? ❜

       ‘Hmm? ’         He said, surprised at the comment she made as his eyes switched, from her back to the endless sky he stared at, his neck turning up as he watched stars fade. All the need, all the lust, anger and rage had disappeared for a while, leaving him with an odd emptiness he didn’t know how to quite deal with, being nice wasn’t effective, he had learned. Emptiness consumed him as he stared back at her, despite the anger cruelty to his companions was never a thing he indulged in, 

        ‘ Just.. Just the stars, ’         He mumbled. Stars, it didn’t matter how much he changed he still was just doing that, chasing the stars and dreams of years far past and gone with a boyish curiosity that never disappeared, even with a desire for destruction that had been creeping onto his neck, that curiosity would never disappear.       ‘ All of you, even me sometimes we’re… so small. ’         A sudden awareness came along with this new man, realisation of the fact that even if he was able to travel through all of time and space, he wouldn’t be here as long as some planets or stars.

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3 LITTLE WORDS... || starter pack

Send me one to see how my muse reacts. Some are fluffy, some are angsty, some are smutty, some are something else entirely…

Some of these may be triggering or NSFW!

“I love you.”

“I hate you.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I guess so…”

“I guess not.”

“Love me, please.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t touch me.”

“Please, hold me.”

“Pain changes people.”

“You haven’t changed.”

“Please don’t go.”

“Look behind you.”

“Go kill yourself.”

“I can change.”

“Don’t ever change.”

“Want a hit?”

“Do you smoke?”

“Fuck me now.”

“Take my hand.”

“Lead the way.”

“Duck and cover!”

“Just go home.”

“Take me home.”

“Walk me there?”

“Everyone, shut up!”

“Just shut up.”

“Please stop it.”

“Please don’t die.”

“I need you.”

“I want you.”

“Want a hug?”

“Want a kiss?”

“Are you sure?”

“Are you lying?”

“That’s the truth.”

“I’m not lying.”

“Oh my God.”

“For fuck’s sake!”

“I got it.”

“I found it.”

“Call me later.”

“Text me later.”

“Don’t call me.”

“Are you crying?”

“I wasn’t crying.”

“Please don’t laugh.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“That’s a lie.”

“What’d they say?”

“What’ll it be?”

“It’s last call.”

“It’s almost midnight.”

“Do you promise?”

“That’s a promise.”

“Are you serious?”

“Don’t bullshit me.”

“I punched him.”

“I killed him.”

“I kissed him.”

“I love him.”

“I hate him.”

“I lied before.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not sorry.”

“I’ll come over.”

“Can you come?”

“Want to cuddle?”

“Maybe we should.”

“Maybe we shouldn’t.”

“You don’t say.”

“Make me come.”

“Did you come?”

“I stole it.”

“I broke it.”

“Any bones broken?”

“Are you okay?”

“Are you hurt?”

“That must’ve hurt.”

“He was lying.”

“It’s our song.”

“Can I help?”

“Help me out.”

“Please, for me?”

“Anything for you.”

“I doubt it.”

“I believe you.”

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° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ What are you doing? ❜ ❛ Where are you going? ❜ ❛ Where are you taking me? ❜ ❛ How is that working out for you? ❜ ❛ Is everything okay? ❜ ❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜ ❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜ ❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜ ❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜ ❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜ ❛ What else can I do? ❜ ❛ What do you think I should do? ❜ ❛ What makes you think that? ❜ ❛ Who told you that? ❜ ❛ Who are you? ❜ ❛ Why are you here? ❜ ❛ Who invited you? ❜ ❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜ ❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜ ❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ What don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ Are you joking? ❜ ❛ Did I miss anything? ❜ ❛ You don’t remember? ❜ ❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜ ❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜ ❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜ ❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜ ❛ Are you coming or not? ❜ ❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜ ❛ Who did this to you? ❜ ❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜ ❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜ ❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜ ❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜ ❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜ ❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜ ❛ Where do we go from here? ❜ ❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜ ❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜ ❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜ ❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜ ❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜ ❛ Are we done now? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜ ❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜ ❛ How can possibly think that? ❜ ❛ Did you even miss me? ❜ ❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜ ❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜ ❛ Did you kill them? ❜ ❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜ ❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜ ❛ Are you having doubts? ❜ ❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜ ❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜ ❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜ ❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜ ❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜ ❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜ ❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜ ❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜ ❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜ ❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜ ❛ Are you drunk? ❜ ❛ Are you lost? ❜ ❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜ ❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜ ❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜ ❛ What are you staring at? ❜ ❛ What are you doing out here? ❜ ❛ Why did you call the police? ❜ ❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜ ❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜ ❛ What did you find out? ❜ ❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜ ❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜ ❛ Are you crying? ❜ ❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜ ❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜ ❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜ ❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜ ❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜ ❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜ ❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜ ❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜ ❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜ ❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜ ❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜ ❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜ ❛ Why are you telling me this? ❛ Are you ready? ❜ ❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜ ❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜ ❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜ ❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜ ❛ Do you trust me? ❜ ❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜ ❛ When will it ever stop? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜ ❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜ ❛ You called for back up? ❜ ❛ What did I just witness? ❜ ❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜ ❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜ ❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜ ❛ Is there something wrong? ❜ ❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜ ❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜ ❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜ ❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜ ❛ You went to a party without me? ❜ ❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜ ❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜ ❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜ ❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜ ❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜