ᶠᵘᵗᵘʳᵉ ᴰᵒᶜᵗᵒʳ ˣ ᶜˡᵃʳᵃ ᴼˢʷᵃˡᵈ | ₀₁
Ladies and gentlemen, here I present Whoufflebatch!
Hello, stranger
The stranger had bright eyes, clever and expressive. The window to her soul, which became even more huge and watery when their gazes met. He studied her face, her peculiar little nose, the way her lack of heigh didn’t seem to make her look less strong than any other human being taller than her. The young woman’s appearance said it all, and yet it told the Doctor nothing. Which is why he frowned. He he was kind of used to the sensation of missing something even after having being around the universe for so long, except this time being oblivious felt so irritating. . . The stranger smiled up at him, her dimple smashing walls of oblivion.
“Hello, Doctor.” she said with a tender voice.
Little did the Doctor imagine, for now, how wrong his deductions were in trying to put a label on this stranger. Not a alien, not an enemy, not a Time Lord, not only a human. More than unlilely, simply impossible.
Not a clue on how I came out with this. According to my own headcanon, Benedict’s Doctor is the thirteenth one (and I’m not talking about who should come in after Peter Capaldi, mind you, Ben has been a possible Doctor for ages, in my little crazy head!).
