our destiny is in the stars,

“ Would you mind shutting up a minute? You’re putting a damper on my hero moment.” Clara’s face is screwed up in concentration, the pink of her tongue slipping past pursed lips as she slides the hairpin up and down the inside of the padlock. Her ear is pressed up close to the cold metal, waiting, listening for that victorious … click. A slimy grin peels across her face, annoyingly self-satisfied. “See? Told you we could do without the screwdriver — You can applaud now, if you’d like.” @nevercruel

❝ oh, come off it! the hero moment is my whole shtick! ❞ voice cracking in exasperation, the doctor shoots clara a pained look of mock offense — well, he says mock. it might be genuine. a tiny, tiny smidge. with a sigh, he reluctantly discards his sonic into his coat pockets. follows her into the room. ❝ no applause necessary. for one, we're breaking and entering. emphasis on breaking. point b — no, wait, hang on, point two — best we stay quiet 'till we know what we're dealing with. ❞

☆ ࿐ ˚‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎) ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎oi 'bout time you got back around here. ‎ ‎ ❜‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎her tone comes with the hint of edge,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a maternal instinct that she's insistent she has,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎but despite it:‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎there's a softness that comes with seeing @nevercruel.‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ rose'll be back in an hour–‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎she's out with a friend right now,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i gotta go run to the pub to grab a pair o' shoes from marcy,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎then we're outta milk‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎tea‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎&‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎bread. ‎ ‎ ❜‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎a brow is raised in his direction,‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎hand falling expectantly on her hip.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎❛ ‎ ‎ ‎ you can come with while ya' tell me all about your little adventures.‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎i swear that girl never tells me anything. ‎ ‎ ❜‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎(sc).

❝ jackie! brilliant, have you seen — ❞ the words are practically forced back into his mouth, a long-winded tangent turned into a baffled silence. the doctor hovers in the doorway, a look of growing horror washing over him in dawning comprehension. ❝ right, okay... erm, jackie, thing is, i'd love to lend a hand — really, honestly, i would — s'just, well, it's been... y'know, a while since i've gone out... shopping. for groceries. ❞ more like a few decades. no, wait, several centuries, as a matter of fact. a frown tugs at lips. ❝ are you sure you want me to come along? i doubt you'd wanna hear me ramble about the eye of orion. ❞