#ofthetardis

@ofthetardis // betrayal & regret sentence starters

"That's where you're wrong, darling," the Master, says, gritting his teeth at the Doctor, a face he hasn't seen since before the war, a face he's not struggling to look up too high into, for once.

He remembers being taller, last time.

the doctor doesn't think much of it when his study door opens and peri joins him, sitting on his desk as he writes in his journal. it's indeed rare to have this sort of downtime in between travels, and he's making the most of it, taking the time to draft up some poetry as they drift amongst the stars in leisure for once. indeed, if he's not in the TARDIS control room, usually this is where he can be found, if not writing, reading or tinkering away on some sort of project.

he makes no attempt to conceal the piece he's working on, which seems to be about his young companion; or at the very least, a woman achingly similar to her . . . with silky brown hair, intelligent eyes, and a smile so blindingly bright that the very essence of time around her seems to come to a complete standstill whenever she turns that expression the viewer's way. yes, it's clearly an extremely personal piece of prose, with a fond innotation . . .

" ah, peri! good of you to join me. " he quite appreciates the company, as evidenced by his warm smile up at the brown - haired earthwoman now perched amongst his neatly organized documents and volumes. " need something? "

"love?! you think i'm in love?" (from Romana IV)

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"Well, you have been acting rather oddly as of late." Braxiatel pointed out, slightly flustered at having been caught off guard. "If this lucky partner is Leela my lady, then might I say many congratulations. She is a fine match. If it's with Narvin, may Gallifrey help you. I can't do much to advise on a relationship with Narvin, other than you will soon get sick of seeing black and white. Both literally and metaphorically speaking..."

“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.” (from Leel)

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"Guy? What other guy?" Braxiatel rolled up his sleeves as he stood back to back with Leela, ready to punch his way through the angry mob of villages if necessary, when saw the looming figure towering above them. "Ah, you mean that gentleman. I do see your point."

Oh this was certainly different, unheard of, some might even say impossible and yet, someone out there had managed to make it possible, make it that a TARDIS could finally communicate properly with their pilots. Who ? How ? Why ? So many questions, so many thought passed into her head, they were all in her reach but she dismissed them for now, there was something more important happening right now; she was moving, well, not her per se but the machine part of her, her pilot had finally come back and made them leave their home planet. She could read a thousand things coming from their mind, it was all too fast for her, she was barely awake to understand it all yet.

No, not awake.

Another word, a much more complicated word.

"What is a word ? Why are they complicated ?" She asked out loud, hoping for an answer but none came, she didn't get that she would need someone else in the room to answer her first. Suddenly she moved, walking along the many corridor until she reached the console room where her pilot was, he hadn't noticed her arrival and she was not sure how to get his attention; so she waited, waiting was good right ? She waited until they stopped moving then she moved closer to her pilot, searching for something, anything to say to him.

"Do you know why words are so complicated ?" It wasn't exactly what she had wanted to say to him, but the words had escaped her before she could stop herself.

Susan had spotted her almost immediately. She was sneaking around her museum. (At least what she had broadly assumed was sneaking.) Why was she sneaking around her museum? She was usually the one who did that.

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Braxiatel's hands stilled. He had been in the middle of typing codes on his datapad in front of him as his brother sat opposite his desk. He couldn't believe what he was hearing from his brother's mouth, but then again; this incarnation of his brother was all teeth, curls, and arrogance. He clicked the save button, watching the screen go dim without turning to meet his brother's eyes.

"Are you saying what I think you're implying, Thete?" Braxiatel sucked in a breath. "Are you truly saying that I don't care? Because that is where you are wrong. Whilst I have the power to make a difference, let us not forget the sacrifices I have made for you. For Mother Gallifrey. For St. Dellah. Don't forget it was I who volunteered to take your place at the Military Academy Cadets so you didn't have to pick up arms. Don't forget it was I that raised you when our father became too consumed by his research to raise us himself, giving up my own childhood for the sake of yours. Do not forget that it was I who held you when the nightmares came too much, or when Koschei made a mess of things and you two had a spit. Don't forget that it was I who gave you and Susan the tip-off that the President had given you a Lord Burner Edict because you pissed off the High Council. I have saved my friends from a burning building on St. Dellah because nobody else would dare set foot in it."

He straightened his half-moon bifocals that were perched on his long, crooked nose and turned slowly to face him in his swivel chair. He placed his wrists on the edge and clasped his hands together. "I care deeply Thete. I care for you more than you could possibly imagine. I do what I must to tidy up after the messes that you leave behind. I also have happened to look after quite a few of your past and future companions. So don't come in here and tell me that I don't care."