#eighth

(Romantic undertones)

Loves sappy (and historically inaccurate) romance novels.

Has no shame about it.

He reads aloud when the ship is in flight. Poetry, myths, fragments of old Gallifreyan epics translated into plain English. He pretends it is for your benefit. You suspect it is for his.

He takes his tea black. No sugar. (I think this is cannon in big finish)

He is absurdly domestic when nobody is watching. Folding blankets, mending torn seams, polishing brass. The ship gives him what he needs, but he still chooses to care for her. Gotta love a man in STEM (sewing, tidying up, errand running, making dinner)

He also loves his garden in the tardis (cannon big finish)

You've always suspected that the tardis likes you; the way she always makes things just so for you. You've thanked her aloud before.

You're just now starting to suspect that it's been the doctor all along; making sure the kitchen is stocked with things you like, playing a record you mentioned, the tardis landing somewhere you casually mentioned wanting to see, there's even a ‘you’ section of the library with books you might like.

The biggest flirt. Yet, he flirts with a disarming sincerity. He's gentle and earnest. He's honestly expressing how wonderful he thinks you are with a low voice and a look that says ‘I'm being very good right now but I do not have to be.’

We know he kisses his companions.

The difference is when he means it. When he's quiet and serious. His face is deliberately close to yours and he waits… so that the choice is yours.

If -when- you kiss him, he mutters ‘oh’ like he can't believe he's aloud. The kiss is careful and so deliberate.

He kisses your hands. The back of your hand with a theatrical bow. Your nuckles passionately. The inside of your palm, holding your hand to his cheek. The inside of your wrist after ‘checking your pulse.’

He's handsy in the most careful, attentive way. Consent isn't a formality for him; he wants the dialogue of “may I?”

He likes being chased a little, stepping back teasingly.

At 5’9f, he's travel sized. He actually enjoys it. How he can kiss you without any fuss. No tiptoes. No craning his neck. Just you leaning in like he is exactly the right size to love.

He is unashamed of wanting you. Not possessive nor entitled. Just open. Like loving you is an undisputed truth of the universe.

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An electric (?) candle for this day, the eighth* day of December 2024.

eighth octavo, octava

(The ordinal form of the number eight.)

An octave, that’s eight notes.