#onefivc

" There's no whimsy. This place is WHIMSILESS. " He looked around with a grimace of disgust. " You and travel time and space and you opt to go somewhere utterly lacking in all charm ? What did the TARDIS remember you needed to do some errands ? Forget to pack TOOTHPASTE ? " He turns to the Doctor , with a snap and a SMILE. " CONCEPT — I make this place less lame. How about an obstacle course ? Maybe make the staff clowns ? Clowns are fun. "

☾ ─── ⋆ ❛ i love you , and i don't want too. ❜

☾ ─── ⋆ it must have been the adrenaline that made her do it. the last seventy two hours had been the absolute worst. they thought they were just on their way to a nice little holiday on a destination planet. but they had gotten separated. then dragged into some sort of murder plot , involving the king - his sons and the queen's lover. it was a long and tiring story , so when she was finally reunited with the doctor , her emotions spewed out in the worst way possible. her legs automatically ran to him as soon as she was let go , arms wrapped around his neck and her lips quickly pressed against his. which caused ellie's brain to short circuit. she pulled herself away suddenly , but she continued to hold onto him. ❛ oh my god are you okay ? ❜ she questioned , trying to move past that she had just kissed him.

❛ wait. i'm so confused. ❜ the blonde glances towards the doctor, her emotions written all over her face. alien customs are not her strong suit. in fact, far from it. she has no idea. but he has to know. he has the answers, she relies on him on to have the answers. ❛ please help me out 'ere. ❜

☾ ─── ⋆ ❛ i guess a lesser woman would've lost hope. ❜

it frustrates him sometimes, you know.

himself and companions alike have been aghast by his own powerlessness in the past. and what's being said to him is achingly similar to the kind of thing he would say to one of THEM to encourage them in face of shortcoming, to express his patience with them. makes sense, seeing who it's coming from!

he looks up from where he'd been leaning on the TARDIS console with both hands, just . . . staring blankly ahead a moment prior, contemplating how terribly he'd utterly bungled the crisis he and fifteen had been in earlier and the way the older time lord had to bail them both out by acting swiftly and decisively, doing what needed to be done akin to a reflex. embarrassing, truly. a small smile plays at the corners of the blonde's lips, showing that he appreciates the effort, but . . . it fades as quickly as it came, his gaze falling back to the ship's controls once again.

she doesn't know what she expected - to just get back to it, go on with her life as if nothing odd or very, very specific had ever happened, gone on until she could wake up & believe it all a dream? blame it on her active imagination, or her role getting to her head? she might just as well have if she'd made it out the door without a word. cora's voice gets caught in her throat. it fills the air for her before she can get hold of it again, “ i... have work. ” what? does she hear herself? only after a beat does her brow furrow, head shakes to try to negate that.

❝ I didn't realise you had the monopoly on regeneration darling .... next time should I send a postcard? ..... a cheque for royalties in the mail? ❞ oh, but it is good to see him again. She couldn't quite keep the smile off her face.