#damemaster

                        [ the doctor is growing old. ]             [ the town of christmas needs a protector, a warrior to guard its people, and he's their heavenly saviour. ]                                             [ he's watched over their children now for over 600 years now, and he's finally at the aged stage of a hundred-year-old human being. this body has lasted 900. he's ready to leave. ]                         [ at least, he thinks he is. but when he looks the cold, hard truth of his death in the face, he isn't. he's tired, and old, and he wants to be rid of this retched obligation of care but— but this? this isn't the way he wanted it to happen. ]                              [ every waking moment spent not in combat is spent guarding the universe's last crack. the last link to his home. and, in the back of his mind, there's the constant reminder that he could bring them back with just a name. his name. the answer to the oldest question in the universe. ]                                             [ doctor who? ]                                  [ doctor who? ]                                                                  [ doctor who? ]                   “Doctor Who?”                                        [ he admits to muttering it to himself in times of worry, in times of fear, in times of victory and safety. it's a reminder to him why people are dying, why people are suffering. ]                                                                                 “Doctor Who?”