“Is that another souffle?” Beatrice couldn’t tell, but it looked more like one than the last time Clara had brought one over. Gesturing for her to come in, Beatrice shooed the guard away, rolling her eyes at the fact that they acted like that even with her friends. “Ignore them, gran has been more nonsensical about guests than ever. And anyway, you’re here! I figured I wouldn’t see you for another couple of weeks. How’s traveling?”

" and british, at that. are you from earth? "

❛⠀ doesn't seem like your sort of joint.⠀ ❜⠀

“ – I can make it MORE fun, so you really can enjoy the trip. If you have to follow all the rules and don’t want to extend Wednesday a few more days… I know where we can go! Here on Earth. Right now. This time. No TARDIS required. Though we do need some means of transport. – The motorbike?” Spark returned to his eyes; desperate to do anything that didn’t involve frying pans now. Only so many mundane activities he could handle – and he was sure his limit had been reached half an hour ago.

❛⠀⠀fine! we'll do it your way, ⠀ ❜ ⠀ she says, pretending to be quite cross with him, when in fact, she is downright curious. right here on earth! he always knew the best spots. ❛⠀⠀but i'm driving. take these, and put them back on the shelf, and we'll meet at the entrance. ⠀ ❜ ⠀

still , does not giving clara much more power , she's much kinder than her doctor , & with a dash more cleverness to add ! does not mind giving her the truth of the matter . ❛     ✩   ----- when i started traveling with the doctor , i was about eighteen years old . do you know how , sometimes , it can be hard to follow a calendar on your travels ? well , i must be about twenty - two . isn't that terrible ? to not know for certain ? ❜

four years with the doctor, and still younger than her. she wouldn't have guessed from that bold tone.⠀ ❛⠀⠀ah... i sort of do? sure, i miss a day or two here and there, but i put him on a tight-schedule. it is terrible. but, don't you think it is wonderful, too? the freedom to lose yourself into the greatest adventure in the world?⠀ ❜

Jenna Coleman as Oswin Oswald — Doctor Who | The Asylum of The Daleks

❝ What proof do you want ? You think it's that easy to get me on my knees ? ❞

❛⠀ do you ever shut up? ❜ clara asks, insolent. she wanted to see it, to watch the cracks form and spread — how far would she have to push for amelia to crumble, to give in her control of herself? everyone had a breaking point, and she never failed to find it.

"I'm not lying. I don't lie," Chloe answers briskly with every ounce of certainty that she can muster even though she can't quite look Clara in the eye. She's terrible at lying, prefers to gently divert away from anything that hits a little too close to home. "It-it doesn't matter, all right? I told you, it isn't important. Let's just focus."

chloe is as honest as they come. never, never did clara suspect her of telling a lie, a fib, or even a half-truth; even in her teasing, she managed to find a way to remain true to herself. the shift in her personality might be small to others, but to clara, who spent the better part of her days thinking about her girlfriend, it might as well have come with an engraved invitation. ❛⠀ i'll say what is important. what is wrong, honey? ❜

“ – If you want an answer to my age, I’m afraid your guess would be as good as mine. If you’re referring to my face, then this is the EIGHTH one.” Shook his head slightly, as he put a hand in his coat pocket again, looking for the sonic screwdriver. “ – I’ve been to the Tower of London before. I just never did the tour. I don’t quite see the appeal, when I can visit any time they would tell me about. I quite like experiencing history, rather than hearing false reports of it… Ah!” Finally, he had found the sonic screwdriver and the familiar buzzing filled the silence again, as he walked from one wall to the other.

making a small noise in the back of her throat, she followed him. yes, it was hard, damn near impossible sometimes to deal with him, but she never told him to go away, did she? for all of her pushback during their adventures, when he was holding her hand, she trusted him. ❛⠀ because it's fun. 'sides, you know you love correcting people. ❜

"I know the difference between Manchester and Liverpool!" Her voice has gone an octave higher, and she looks as bewildered as she sounds. She has no idea how the conversation has turned so quickly, Clara's unpredictability not quite accounted for for once. She takes in a breath, having to try and stop herself from continuing this ridiculous conversation. "I will consider it, but personally I'd prefer to go to York." She smiles at her and shrugs. "It sounds like a more romantic place to me."

it was so easy to manipulate londoners. she should write a book. how to win every argument by abusing their guilt, a northerner secret. cupping chloe's cheeks in her hands, clara hums softly, considering it with a sweet as bubblegum smile. ❛⠀york is more romantic, ❜ she repeats, pleased. ❛⠀ it's a deal. ❜