#doomsdaye

all of it is still there, the simmering rage which hasn’t abated, the leader of the cult escaping to another planet, but sunlight, all pink and yellow, is safely back in his arms.    “    missed ya.   ”    he grins into her hair.

rata-tat-tat go the heartbeats like tin cans in a storm drain. as he shimmies around the console, his brain power seems on holiday for reasons curious and curiouser. overcome with strangeness of a rather unexpected and unforeseen happenstance, the doctor spots his blonde companion and makes a rather showy heel-clip. though he stumbles, blessedly, he does not fall.

     ‘ rose! rose, my favourite garden flower— ’     the grin of a manic madman, that is. his eyes lack their usual focus as he looks at @doomsdaye​​, sweat coating his brow and skin an awful shade of ash.     ‘ i have a question. which sounds better: allon-sy? all-on-sy... or allon-say? ’

a lanky body leans back against the controls of the tardis, a fit of laughter spilling between them when he accidentally slips. one of the buttons makes a loud whirring sound.

“ your  hair  is  pretty. . . ”      jenny  hadn’t  entirely  gotten  to  grips  with  the  idea  that  complimenting  complete  strangers  might  not  be  socially  acceptable.     most  people  ignore  her,    which  she  takes  as  a  positive,    so  she’s  yet  to  stop.    and  considering  how  pretty  woman  before  her  was,    she  couldn’t  help  but  compliment  her  hair.