Leaning back against the door that was his TARDIS, Scott breathed out a cloud of smoke; letting the fresh cold London air bite against his skin. It was a chilly morning, but dressed as he was in a dress shirt half undone with his vest over it, the Time Lord barely...
Garde mon coeur: Open
Hours passed. Even with his palpitations - they rarely happened but when they did it lasted forever... - he'd managed to eat and go out, to move about; a cigarette always in hand; the medicine probably the only reason he was able to move about. But then night had fallen, and he lent back where he was that morning, finishing one last cig before he went back to the stars.
He fell asleep. Of course. That's what vampires do during the day. When it was night again and he opened his windows this smell was still there. Good. Timelord blood. Nothing was better. After only a few moments he was down on the street. "Ah, bonsoir mon ami." He smiled. "You certainly came a very long way."
