#ten is angsty emo doctor as you never saw him :'D
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lightcreators · 2 years ago
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Everything turned ironic. How unable he had been to enter inside his own TARDIS for twelve years, admiring his old girl from an distanced gaze, unable to move close --- blaming internally himself about everything who could have been possible since his recent travels, but hadn't been able to bring any kind of comfort somewhere. How he did no real difference in middle of an different Japan, where he try to help Primavera's Family to honoring customs of their country, and memory of an captain Butler would haunt him forever --- He could have saved him from what happened with the major Kaburaya … Retroactively this had always been his only chance to save him. Not him losing his sister. Not him be trapped by this major and be emotionally imprisoned, constantly motorized, unable to prevent anyone --- He wasn't sure, considering how much he missed another Philip Butler sharing the name, how he could be able to bring an possible parternship between them … In the first place, he never mean to fall inside that alternative timeline. In the first place, he never had the guts to assuming responsabilities of that world of darkness. In the first place, he refused to actively be part of that world … Forgotten he did before … and was unsure if he could do it again. Then … there had been these thirty years of hoping something different for the island of Rokkenjima. Ultimate naivety of an Time Lord mind who thought that could bring comfort somewhere …
Thinking over Phil were more comforting thoughts. Inevitability of his despair had been premeditated : for twelve years, he had hanged towards an positive influence over the last Ushiromiya he knew about, when last survivor outside him had die … and without remembering couple of circumstances had been experienced before … he won't probably be there now. Sometimes, he loved recollecting to himself there will be no Time Lords left --- nevertheless, there was the presence of the Master somewhere … where confusion about his survival generated an impossibility to react normally. The Master sounded like an presented dream, where he wasn't even sure what to believe on the Year Who Never Was. He seemed dead for too long … but wasn't ? How he was even supposed to travel with someone where he didn't know where he was standing himself ? How he could be a reassuring presence where he cannot land on London without be wrapped in regrets ? How he could be someone reliable when he didn't even trust his memory ? Despite his long existence, he never took one moment to writing book of his own story --- fragmented remembrances inside another dimension brought him one portion of an perspective. Besides, his existence remained another experience in middle of an particular hell : the future wasn't kind and protection of the past were robbed inside their mutual co-existence. Annoyance also reflected someday another incarnation might be possible.
He had been sensing slight change in the TARDIS where usual hum transformed inside an alarming sound. It only tasted temporary. At this point, the TARDIS crossing any others universes or catching up people coming from another dimension were common … Though, on one boy, for little he had been visited briefly by the main concerned, it never acted that way, for always be everywhere already and searching best compromise of circumstances. Mh, could be best friend coming from his universe ? He attempted reassurance about his casual annoyance. Cannot be the Master. As far he knew, the Master was dealing with the previous self who had been manipulating everything, the Featherine of the past, the original Featherine --- the one he owned that kind of future … as calmness wasn't possible at merely remembrance of his cricketer self. Which was once more ironic. That 'personality' screamed for desire to get everything she had on her past, and acted as that unexplainable 'she'.
Intenting to just playing around the console room as for some mechanical repair, he didn't expected to find an strange woman suffering connection between the two universes. He just … sensed it at the second. She wasn't from here --- and for a hot second, decomposure of his features expressed an silenced common 'what' coming from that incarnation. Nevertheless, there was no more excitement and joyful features as before. Neverteless, gravity of his expression staring at her with curiosity. Did they met before ? He sended there were familiar for some reason … but as far he knew, they never met each other. Acknowledgement of that name Doctor created an surprise. Even if on his own end, he didn't remembering her --- yet --- they crossed path before … If some boy could bring her down his face, supposition of an good opportunity to changing his thoughts were presented in front of him. Companions were fully absent of his TARDIS for time being. Last unofficial one, sort of speak, for be mostly inside Featherine's care, would simply want to go inside one place inside one date if she could space time travelling, and both of them needed to move on of what happened --- he could offer her an reassuring landscape of possibilities in middle of explorations of theories and explorations inside higher spheres, be an spiritual guide understanding her perspective and her needs … but he cannot act as the Doctor with her, cannot pretending and exposing how much he knew her pain for be tourmented with the truth… Besides, temptation remained to changing fate to his old companions. Gain a second change with Martha. Hoping too much for his first companion … Eyeing futures ones without knowing how management were made since it was coming from another of his self. Who are you ? was another silenced question, most natural able to leaving his lips. Requesting that where himself didn't knew it, where it was condensation of his quest to found out what was the Golden Witch, where truth of an chessboard was kept inside his memories, would be an dramatic reflection to recognized. ❝ Did we met before ? ❞ Instead, such sentence was asked. Anticiapting already an positive answer. Inside quiet land of the location he had been settled his TARDIS, interferences were pondered indoors. Struggle between not enter at all inside his TARDIS or spend time inside a place where he might have regret daily damaged further his mind, unsure how to be react anymore. How he could truly becoming the Doctor again. How he could act without damages as a witch.
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─「エデン」─  it almost felt like she was forcefully pulled through a rift in time and space, the sensation of being wrenched from the CRACK of the universe itself rippled through her. the TRAILBLAZER had experienced different kind of sudden tugs and yanks in her years of being both a time and interstellar traveler. the shove of the stellaron right into her form, her consciousness dropping through the endless void when she drew the gaze of aeon of destruction, the time jump of the astral express, the soaring of the TARDIS —
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                that last part was unexpected. she hadn't thought about the old girl for quite some time, hadn't she ? a sense of nostalgia wafted through her for a split second when she could sense a presence approaching her. or were they simply lingering nearby ? she couldn't tell anymore. her head was hung low, gloved hand placed over her temple, right at the throbbing headache that felt like it was splitting her head into two. she didn't see who it was, nor did she see the face of the person. no, she didn't have anything, only hearing an echo of footsteps coming closer. yet, even in her fogged up mind, she felt that sense of familiarity. the aura that radiated from this person, it brought about a feeling of SAFETY, of ... home. and words came from her lips even before she realized it. it was like a reflex. even after all these years, she still associated this feeling of trust and comfort with a single name.
                " ... doctor ... ? "
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