Don’t scare me
Is the possibility
[ Immediately, the blonde was on guard, dark eyes narrowing slightly as she stared at the other. He didn’t look familiar, and to be honest, she was quite she she had in fact never met him——
So when he called her by name, Rose was immediately wary. ]
”…H-how do you know m’ name?”
[ Her head tilted into a question, and she stepped closer, and then around him, as if to study him from all angles. Tall. Hell of a chin. Nice hair-flippy. And round eyes — brown — I haven’t met him!
She crossed her arms, biting her lower lip. ]
”I don’t know you.”
[ What good was it being a time traveler if he couldn’t go back to fix little mistakes like that? Her name, albeit so new upon his tongue now, felt like an old habit slipping through. He’d never claimed to have an easily controllable gob. ]
"I— ah, did I say Rose? Right, well, I jus’ kind of…
——Guessed! Yes, I’m a brilliant guesser.”
[ Why was he even trying? She was smart. And he wasn’t in a position to really recover from something like that. ]
"You looked like a Rose. Not an actual rose, I mean.. Can we start over?”
His face split into a grin as the Doctor spoke his name. His eyes met the Doctor’s with his normal sure confidence, taking in every emotion that flickered across the other’s face. “Miss me?”
Stunned. That was the reaction, the expression, the very feeling the Doctor felt spreading throughout his entire being, leaving hints of doubt in the back of his mind. It was impossible. But this wouldn’t be the first time he’d seen something impossible.
“How—-" his words were thick with confusion, sticking and stuttering. "Master. I don’t understand—— how’re you here?!”
fangirl challenge: twenty male charactersone—— eleventh doctor"i will always remember when the doctor was me."
"Yes! …No. Wait, hold on.
——What’s the plan again?”
“In nine hundred years of time and space, I’ve never met anybody who wasn’t important before”
outside those doors, we might see a n y t h i n g .
[ Clara has to literally, P H Y S I C A L L Y restrain
herself from making a comment that would have
made his rocket fin ears go bright red. Instead,
she gives him a look. A foxy sort of look —
( a finger on smirking lips; suggestive eyebrows )
— before she mutters … ]
❝ R E A L L Y bad choice of words there,
——But right, okay… ❞
[ She ponders on that for a moment, thinking it
through. Really, though. What kind of leverage
could she have against a man who could go
around the cosmos with not a single cent to
his name and have every bloody thing that he
wanted ( materialistically speaking, anyway —
though she knew that he wasn’t above the
occasional thievery as thieving habits were
not easily broken, she suspected ) against a
woman whose entire singular lifetime was
spent raised in a culture that taught capitalism
as the only means to a comfortable end.
A few seconds is all it took. ]
❝ I promise to not hack into your Twitter account, how’s that? ❞
[ For just a single moment, he finds distress.
But then he recovers. He was a good liar.
This didn’t affect him. It didn’t affect anything
nor did it do her any favors for getting that
information out of him any quicker. It didn’t. ]
❝ ——Right, well, good luck hacking into a nonexistent Twitter account. ❞