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                @ooswcld​ said:

“Well that went better than I thought it would.”

Morning After Sentence Starters

The burning fatigue of post-regeneration was beginning now to fade, the black coat he had slipped on was beginning now to finally feel comfortable. Memories of bow-ties and kisses were beginning to become less immediate, the process of filing them away next to the cricket uniforms, the tumble from high places, cavemen and schoolteachers in the annals of his vast memory was now starting. The incessant chatter of his many past selves and the wild spiraling of future possibilities was done. He was who he was, and yet still so unsure, and the source of most of his uncertainty was sitting at a chair by the console, cross legged and reading Austen. He remembered her now so fully, how they had run together when he was young and beautiful, his Impossible Girl, and now she looked at him as though he were a ghost. In many ways he was - regeneration forced him to live with every single ghost, and the perfect acuity with which he could remember the way she had used to gaze at him in the middle of his impassioned raving compared to her fear and confusion now was like a knife through his hearts.

She doesn’t see me. Still doesn’t see me.

Making himself known by planting a heavy booted foot on the metal staircase leading down to the console room, he fixed her with what he hoped was a friendly gaze. His eyes were brand new, and he was still figuring out how to drive them. He was still figuring out how to speak to her, also. Their fast simpatico had turned now to stilted, awkward conversations, although every day was getting better.

There's a moment of silence before a soft fond smile curls the edges of his lips. Inclining his head in a bashful manner The Doctor rubbed the back of his neck. "I'd certainly hope so Oswald."

The knocking at the flat door surprised her, not a bad surprise. Just she had not been and was not expecting anyone as far as the Timelord’s racing mind could remember. And this set her just a little on edge right now. 

Tea carefully placed as silently as she could on the table, television muted as she rose from her purple sofa. Hand reached into her trouser pocket, fingers now curled around the familiar device in it, her sonic. Not that she would need to use it, but she hoped if it was someone that meant trouble it might scare them off enough if she played it up as a weapon. 

Approaching the door slowly now, the Doctor was curious to whom was on the other side, most likely to be one of the gang, but without them having told her they would be coming it had surprised her. So she was just being careful. One had to be sometimes. 

“Hello? I wasn’t expecting anyone...are you alright?” 

The knocking hadn’t sounded frantic or scared but she couldn’t be sure, they might not have had the right door and just wanted to get some help in finding the right one. And she had yet to look though the peep hole of the door.

“clara, with all due respect, shut up for a minute.” who ever said time lords couldn’t get anxious? because whoever that was (probably her at some point), was a full on, and utterly undeniably a LIAR. the doctor’s hearts were banging out of her chest, practically, especially at clara’s reaction. throwing up her hands as a small request for her to stay quiet, she swallowed, and moved forward.

“we stopped because it was getting out of control. but after you, after i tried to move on, after i figured everything out, i realised somethin’. there isn’t anyone else i wanna be around more than you. i’ve been searchin’ for you too, clara oswald. tardis that looks like a diner. surprisingly hard t’find.”