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[starwrittenfates]

@knowsmonsters liked the Doctor Who starter call (and gets Six!)

He can sense this an incarnation of his-- at the very least, a future one. Blue eyes glance around the dark interior of the TARDIS, internally judging the decor choices, but admiring his future selves aristocratic clothing style.

"Mind you, I'm glad to see we still have style, but everything is so---" Colorless. Devoid of life. Gloomy. Not to mention the company he's keeping himself with. "Do you mind explaining why we're traveling with our greatest enemy?"

[dosminius-archive]

@knowsmonsters liked for Bruce G.

❛ S-Stay back! ❜

A fearful tone could be heard from his response towards the other, allowing himself (and only himself this time) to grab the handle of the ship with such force. He doesn’t know how or what the other did to get that MONSTER out of his body, but he refuses to allow them get close to him. He’s seen through the eyes of that man who calls himself the MASTER — a FRIEND of his of sorts. He’s just as guilty as the other one is at this very moment.

He holds a hand up as a sign to stay away, backing ever so slowly from the other near him. He doesn’t trust him. No, he won’t allow himself to give any trust towards them. How can he give any ounce of it towards the other who kept his enemy alive enough to SNATCH his body? He clears his throat, making the hand movement once more before speaking towards them.

❛ Let me go, please! ❜

[therapardalis]

//*Eyes my inbox* @knowsmonsters

Thank you Telesto, I'm keeping that for something good ;)

[starwrittenfates]

It's not as dark in here anymore. A bit cozy, actually. But yet, he can't shake off missing his TARDIS and it's beautiful interior design he picked out. Eh, well, he doesn't have to worry about this yet.

Despite not saying much about the matter, the Doctor could tell there was more to it. After all, this was him---or well, what he would be eventually. Could this be the moment that turns him into the Valeyard? No, it didn't seem like it. He calms himself down, giving his future self an sympathetic and understanding look. "I see. I'm sorry." he lets the silence linger for a little before breaking it. "As long as he doesn't get a knack for his old tricks again, I suppose it isn't too bad to have his company. We were once good friends." He can't help but glance around the TARDIS again. "Do you still take on companions?"

"Dim?" He leans over the console and throws a few switches. Mind, it doesn't change the brightness very much. It gets warmer, as if the entire room were lit by the fireplace off in one corner. Less gloom, more 'quiet night in with a book and a cuppa'.

"So many answers to that question." He knew his younger self would forget this whole encounter as soon as they parted ways. That's how it worked. But it was a lot of very heavy information to drop all at once. But this one could handle it. He knew himself, right? "We worked together to end a war that would have destroyed time itself. He died in the process. ...And I brought him back."