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[Nerd Out Meme from @reverdies for Eight.]

📚 might I suggest the Doctor (anywhere that books are sold or displayed LOL) ------------

Clearly, this was what she got for turning her back on him. Or more accurately, becoming entranced by the vastness of the Klementinum, the glorious decoration and seemingly endless array of books, manuscripts and scrolls gathered in its collection, but the end result was the same; somewhere in the last ... however many minutes, the Doctor had disappeared.

Thera paused where she was, the exquisitely painted ceiling domed overhead, the wood paneled floor beneath her feet, and sighed. If this were a library in England, Scotland or even France she would probably have been able to track him down purely by her knowledge of the place - but this was Prague, and her only having been there a few times before had been one of the reasons they'd decided to visit. To show her around, he'd said, though how that was going to work when he wasn't there the cynic in her couldn't tell.

Anchor Brewhouse, Shad Thames (present day) ...

‘Well-deserved break at home’. The phrase floated happily past her in the hum of the TARDIS, the strange combination of confidence and eggshells she was leaving behind. Hung about in the back of her mind as she checked both ways before stepping out the door and realised they were around a half-mile from where they should be, but she was inhaling the sting of the air and the smell of the Thames like it was ambrosia and the walk would do her good.

Better, even, as she took in the sky overhead and the leaves of the trees. A little while outside, soaking up the essence, rather than going straight from one sort of ‘indoors’ to another. That came soon enough, as even though she was mostly sure the Doctor had delivered them within a few minutes of having left, there was still an urge to check on her apartment as soon as possible.

Which was the moment, naturally, when overthinking saw it’s chance to strike. What the hell had she just gone and done? As in she knew, and her tongue touched absently across her lips at the memory. But her inner thoughts still clamoured ‘what the hell - ?’ She threw her luggage onto the bed and began to undress, exchanging her travel clothes for Yoga pants and a tank top and persuading her head to stop listing reasons she shouldn’t have and settle on the ‘should’.

She brewed herself a strong coffee with a good drop of liqueur and made her way out onto the balcony, the better for more of that 21st-century-polluted but still Mother Earth air.

‘Well-deserved break at home.’ 

[Valentine's Application from @reverdies for Eight]

Valentine application

Name: the Doctor  Age: Oh, a thousand or so. Do you like to cuddle?: Absolutely! TARDIS cuddle piles are practically tradition. Can we make-out?: No… no. We've only just met. A night in or dinner out?: Dinner out; you never know what else might happen, what we might find… Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Strawberries every time. Unless it's a hot day. What makes you a good Valentine?: I'm amiable, good at games, always up for a good mystery or adventure- there's never a dull moment when I'm around. I also have lovely eyes, so I've been told. Would you cook for me?: Best not. Would you let me cook for you?: If that's something you'd enjoy. ------------

"This is a well thought-out application, I have to say, very honest. Although in that same vein I must confess I sometimes enjoy the occasional 'dull moment'. Chaos is well and good, but I'm old enough to enjoy my peace and quiet, too. If we can reach a compromise, things will go more smoothly."

[Four Word Phrase from @thruspace​‘s Eight. (Accepting)]

“Quick! Out the window!”

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Thera doesn’t even look around. “You first.”

It’s not ... well, it’s not entirely that she doesn’t trust him to follow after her, although on some level that’s definitely true. He’s just as likely to get plain old caught, or decide to be gallant once she’s safely out of the way. As if she wouldn’t come right back in to get him.

But it’s also the fact that if someone’s going to be better at defending their rear, it’s her. Warrior, bodyguard, head-kicker, call it what you will - if the mob pursuing them happens to get into the room before they’re both clear, they’ll regret it a lot more trying to grab her. She’ll make certain of that.

@thruspace​  asked:

❝ could you play with my hair? ❞ // eight vibes? eight vibes

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[Touch Starved Meme from Eight. (Accepting)]

At first she only blinks, but then follows with a smile. “Of course I can. You make it sound like some sort of a hardship.” A tease, but a gentle one - it’s unusual that the Doctor asks for anything for himself, especially something so ... personal (frivolous? ... human?), and once the surprise is past she wants to reassure without making too big a deal.

“So ...” Her fingertip brushes a persistent forehead curl aside, even if it promptly (and predictably) tumbles right back, “Are we talking a proper massage, or just playing about with it because it’s nice?”

send ‘First Impression’ for my Muse’s thoughts when they first met yours! // eight isn't cooperating enough to give his own thoughts on the matter so sorry thera, u gotta tell us what u thought of eight

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[First Impressions meme (reversed) for Eight. (Accepting)]

Hmm ... OK Crow, I’m going to godmod a little because we never actually decided when and where they met, we just jumped right in with them arguing about Orion XD! So!

Short version; Strangely dressed (for the time), startling eyes. Rather pretty, but that didn’t register until later because she was more concerned that he was either something ‘not ordinary’, or a loony who was about to go get himself killed. Or very possibly both.

Longer version - feel free to accept headcanon or not ;):

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[New Year ask from @thruspace‘s Eight.]

She’s tempted to say she doesn’t really understand. The man has a time machine, he can pop himself in quite neatly at any point, any celebration, any New Year’s he likes. She doesn’t really get what the excitement is.

Maybe it’s just her own cynicism talking, the part of her that’s seen … well, take the number of the year and then add three dozen, and that’s how many. Granted some of them went by before she was old enough to remember, others to the more nebulous pattern of ‘X’ number of full moons rather than a numbered date, but that’s hardly the point.