#justxclara

justxclara

   The Doctor was thrown into the alleyway from the side door of the bar, knuckles scuffed and bloody, clothes in all sorts of disarray. His eye was rapidly becoming bruised.

      Clearly, he'd lost that fight, but from the way he stumbled forward, he probably wasn't feeling any pain.

   With a huff, he straightened his coat, indignantly tossing his head before attempting to remove himself from the alley. Unfortunately, his legs didn't seem to be in agreement, and he fell into a wall with a loud bang as he knocked over a rubbish bin, along with a loud string of expletives.

send me "you will remember me?" and my muse will react to these being your muses dying words.

             A smile carefully placed to cover the sadness settling deep in             his gut. Three times he'd met the Impossible Clara Oswald.             Three times he'd failed her. Three times he'd caused her to             die. She was born to save him, but once, just once he'd like             to save her. To stop this whole cycle of losing her.

            His façade was cracking, but he needed to hold on, just until            she could no longer see him break. He was scared, oh so            scared, but he had to be brave. It was the only thing stopping            the timelord from breaking, knowing he had to be strong for            her sake.