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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀/ 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 , ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ * | 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 * 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 .

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★ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀| the 𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒇𝒕𝒉 doctor . a canon-divergent portrayal of the doctor, of the 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒐 verse, as imagined by #rosie. adv-lit. indie portrayal. |⠀⠀⠀in this * / 𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 , ⠀⠀ ⠀i'm * 𝑐 𝑜 𝑛 𝑑 𝑒 𝑚 𝑛 𝑒 𝑑 to . ⠀⠀ ⠀
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he pokes his head out of the tardis door, looking a bit frazzled and altogether worse for wear. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ "who's there?"
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The train! Yes! He does love a good train. ⠀⠀⠀ Will there be carriages with tables, and live music, and a hypersonic engine?
She's on her way! They could get the train to Edinburgh? Edinburgh's lovely.
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He can use his ship perfectly well, thank you very much! ⠀⠀⠀ This is a simple matter of... 𝘋𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. She's being particularly stubborn today.
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Twelve thousand life sentences, yes, but he's in 𝑮𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒈𝒐𝒘. Can't they call it even? ⠀⠀⠀What if he buys her some chips, too? Everyone likes chips these days.
Twelve thousand life sentences(!) She might have gotten early release, but still—
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Has he really not earned a single freebie, after all this time?
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no, he's not 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 of his tardis. ⠀⠀⠀⠀but hypothetically speaking, is anyone able to pick him up from glasgow?
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A bastard maybe, but a bastard she is irretrievably in love with.
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Drat, was he supposed to be keeping a list? Surely there's not enough paper in the universe.
What on earth would give him the impression that she would ever be in any trouble whatsoever?
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No, well, at some point his worst became a record even he struggled to break. ⠀⠀⠀ Anyway, what sort of trouble has she got herself in this time?
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Her wish is his... slightly belated command. ( He's not 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 late, right? )
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𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊 | @UniverseJumping Well. It's... A meal? ⠀⠀⠀⠀Probably? He'll have to consult a dictionary to see if potatoes and brussel sprouts cooked in the radiation of the TARDIS console falls under the technical definition of a meal, but it's edible. ( . . . ) Okay. —
* / Stolen. Like ( ♡ ) for a random prompt, I'll pick from one of these!
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— Nevermind. Not edible. The Doctor is rinsing out the taste ( and radiation ) from his mouth when Valerie steps onto the TARDIS. He spins around and holds up the plate, wondering if she'll notice the potato that ( 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘩𝘰𝘸 ) caught fire. "I uh- I made you dinner."
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He gave Clara's hand a squeeze in return, as he glanced around her kitchen in hope of finding an aid. ⠀⠀⠀⠀Instead, he became distracted by the curiosities of Clara's human life - the one he knew alarmingly little about. The magnets collected on her fridge, —
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is collapsing.” She sniffled. “Can you help me calm down?” She asked softly, her brown eyes pleading for this emotional turmoil to stop. What he was currently doing was aiding in that already. The gestures of affection did wonders. But it would take more than that to help.
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— the dates circled on her calendar, even the mismatched cutlery distracted and heartened him, and— 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘋𝘰𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳. ⠀⠀⠀⠀"Right. Okay. Right," he began, trying to buy himself time as he thought up a way to help. "Here, watch this." Reaching into —
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— his pocket with his free hand, he pulled out his sonic glasses, and carefully placed them on Clara's face. "I've been working on them. They 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙, if I've done everything properly, respond to you now. Give it a try. Ask them to show you something. Go on."
𝑶𝒉, 𝑪𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒂... Calloused fingers found Clara's hand, and he took it into his own. It was a gesture that felt comfortable, however much he wished his skin was softer and warmer for her. ⠀⠀⠀⠀"Don't apologise," he said, though it took —
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“—this.” Her breathing was sporadic, her chest jumping at the struggle for balanced breathing.
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— him a long moment to think up anything else to say. He was sure this used to be much easier for him — his current body apparently repelled such pleasantries. For Clara, though, he'd always try. ⠀⠀⠀⠀"Hey, hey, look at me. What's going on? What can I do?"