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aftrwhyr​:

███  Q; //.   BROWS FURROW & HE COCKS HIS head, as if to say ‘why ?’ in a wordless gesture. following the doctor as he moves to follow him ever so closely. too close. annoyingly so, his gaze moving to look at the various lights & buttons that blink & beep idlily by. attempting to not look so obvious as to when the eighth messes a bit of his own, q hoping it was to take him somewhere neat. somewhere fun. somewhere would he could cause a good bit of casual mischief & cute his listless soul. though one would argue he had no soul to become so exhausted.

             he smiles,  ＂ what good is saying please as you can do as such whenever you desire ? you understand of course. sort-of anyway. ＂ smile to sneer, a crinkle in his features. oh clever devious omnipotent. the gallifreyans had some sort of understanding of immortality in a sense. the shift of one life to another, another lifetime with new eyes but that same intellect, memories. ambitions. a person could change their face but what good is it when they have never made a change to everything else about them ? a hand raises, fingers curled into palm sans index which taps in gesture toward the doctor’s hand upon the lever that clearly would grant q’s wish. voice cracks with a feigned attempt to beg, ＂ oh please, dear genie grant my desire to take me on a grand adventure.＂

            he supposes that’s true .      he has a nasty case of forgetting his pleases and thank yous these days ,    although he does his best to remember .    manners are important ,   after all .   treat others how you would like to be treated ,   as they say .     not that he remembers many instances where a please or thank you would be offered in return from an enemy of some kind .    he watches Q moving with a raised brow ,   a little annoyed by his closeness ,   but at the same time unable to comment on that because he knows he’s also bad for that ,   too .     no sense of personal space .    he likes the closeness ,   but only when he initiates it ,    usually .    or if it’s with someone he actually likes .    Q is not one of those people .

                    ❝     i suppose that’s better than nothing .    ❞         he shrugs .    he is almost tempted to deny Q his wish ,    but he knows exactly what that petty behaviour would get him .   teleported to the other side of the universe ,   probably ,    and upside down as well .     he pulls the lever down and the tardis thrums to life ,    the floor quivering beneath them .

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          @timesense​ asked:  “You’ve said enough.”

         in that instance he falls silent .      that’s not something that happens often ,    but he can tell by her tone she’s not happy with him .     and why would she be ?    arguably he’s not happy with her ,    either ,    but at least he’s communicative about what he’s struggling with .    unlike her .    although he knows that isn’t fair .    because she can’t .    because even if she did he probably wouldn’t remember ,    anyway .    it would be far better if they stopped running into each other ,    really .

         ❝     have i ?       ❞  

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          @mclti​ asked:    ❛  please  don’t  leave  me  alone .  ❜ ellie uwu

               ❝     i’ll be back .       ❞       he says the words gently ,    almost parental as he holds one of her hands between both of his own .    he knows he’s said it before .    he couldn’t even count the amount of times he’s said he’d return and then never does -- whether intentionally or unintentionally .    but he means it .    he will come back ,    even if it takes slightly longer than usual .

          ❝     i promise .    it won’t take long ,   and you’ll be safe here .       ❞  

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𝑵𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑩𝑼𝑻 𝑽𝑼𝑳𝑵𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑩𝑳𝑬 .    ( soft  angst  starters.   )

❛  i  can’t  do  this  without  you .  ❜ ❛  it’s  not  safe  for  people  to  see  us  together .  ❜ ❛  please  don’t  leave  me  alone .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  want  to  know .  ❜ ❛  just  go .   get  out  of  here ,   go .  ❜ ❛  i  can’t  even  trust  myself ,   anymore .  ❜ ❛  there’s  nothing  left  for  me  here .  ❜ ❛  i  still  need  you .  ❜ ❛  i  only  wanted  to  help .  ❜ ❛  why  are  you  doing  this ?  ❜ ❛  tell  me  it’s  not  true .   please .  ❜ ❛  i  have  to  do  this  alone .  ❜ ❛  how  did  you  get  this  scar ?  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  have  to  tell  me .  ❜ ❛  don’t  yell  at  me .  ❜ ❛  i  never  meant  to  hurt  you .  ❜ ❛  things  are  getting  bad  again .  ❜ ❛  you  should  go .  ❜ ❛  you’ve  said  enough .  ❜ ❛  how  dare  you ?  ❜ ❛  why  are  you  still  here ?  ❜ ❛  you  deserve  better .  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  want  to  talk  about  it .  ❜ ❛  how  can  i  fix  this ?  ❜ ❛  why  do  you  hate  me ?  ❜ ❛  i  just  want  to  feel  something .  ❜ ❛  don’t  lie  to  me .  ❜ ❛  did  you  ever  care  about  me ?  ❜ ❛  i  don’t  regret  any  of  it .   not  a  single  thing .  ❜ ❛  how  could  you  say  that ?  ❜ ❛  i  never  asked  for  this .  ❜ ❛  this  isn’t  you .  ❜ ❛  i  need  to  go .   i  can’t  be  here .  ❜ ❛  what’s  that  supposed  to  mean ?  ❜ ❛  i’m  not  sober  enough  to  talk  about  this .  ❜ ❛  thank  you  for  being  gentle  with  me .  ❜ ❛  how  can  i  possibly  trust  you ?   after  all  you’ve  done ?  ❜ ❛  don’t  run  away  from  this .  ❜ ❛  you  don’t  understand .  ❜ ❛  please ,  i  can’t  do  this  right  now .  ❜ ❛  can  you  forgive  me ?  ❜

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yowzariversong​:

   She feels rather than hears the hum against her ear, skin raising in goosebumps because, really, someone with a voice like this shouldn’t be allowed to do things like that. As if their relationship wasn’t complicated enough. As if she didn’t jump into the drivers seat just so she could torture herself with the feel of his arms around her.

   His apparent doubts don’t phase her in the slightest, and she doesn’t miss a beat as she swerves the bike smoothly (if a little quickly) to overtake a large truck.

   Road ahead clear for now, her head half-turns towards him. “I’ll do my best, since you asked so nicely.”

          it’s not as though he’s never driven exceptionally fast on a motorbike before .    in fact it had been one of his earlier activities in this regeneration ,    one he’d found rather enthralling .   but ,   again ,   he prefers to be in the drivers seat ,   so when she swerves round the truck          ( he’s willing to bet that she didn’t look before overtaking )      he holds on just a little tighter .

      ❝     well ,    you can consider me eternally grateful .       ❞    he calls over the sound of the wind as it rushes by them .    he thinks they could both do with helmets in this instance .

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im gonna go on a softblocking spree because im going to cut down on the amount of people i’m interacting with, this is nothing personal but i just dont have the time nor energy to dedicate to this blog anymore--though i do still rly enjoy writing 8. after that i’m gonna try and reply to some of my drafts. im also setting up @nitro9s if anyone wants a little ace mcshane in their lives

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pereniyal​:

  ❝    i   heard   you   call   for   me    ❞                      a smile lilts  ,    ever so gently  ,    against the curves of her lips                      (    and though the universe toils endlessly in her eyes  ,    for the moment  ,    she is captivated solely by him    )                      they have tread a thousand different paths together  ,    and through him she has watched stars burn  —-    has watched the birth of galaxies heralded by his hand                      (    for he has woven an endless web of possibilities  ,    a million different threads of starlight spun all for her  —-    an endless traveler  ,    walking beside him all along    )                      she steps forward  ,    her fingers gently grasping his hands  ,    lifting them with all the gentleness of a dove’s wing                      ❝    have you missed me  ?    or were you simply in need of my advice  ?    ❞                      a teasing tone to her voice  ,    she thinks that once  ,   she was human  —-    but that is far away now    /    a path who’s bridge has been burned by the embers of dying suns  .    for now there is the two of them  ,   alone  ,    stood on the endless spiral of starlight’s edge

@timewarn​  ,     𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙴𝚁

           it’s ethereal the way she seems to appear whenever she is wanted .     it’s something he values ,   really ,   knowing that she’s never too far away ------ he’s so very used to isolation and often he longs for company .    he doesn’t often yearn for her company in particular ,    and yet he also must for her to be here .   some part of his conscience ,   buried deep ,   craves her presence .    he watches her step forward and allows her to take his hands .   they’re warm in his ,   his which always run cold ,   colder than any being with warm blood ,   colder than any human ---------------------- LONG GONE OR OTHERWISE .    he squeezes her fingers between his own ,   admiring the softness of the skin there ,    his eyes focused solely upon them .

               ❝     i have missed you .       ❞      he admits ,   and it’s so easy to do so .   it’s not normally so easy for him to state such matters of the heart without trial .   perhaps because there was always something in the way .   respect ,    fear ,    limits ,    whatever the case .   with her it’s almost like whatever answer he gives she’d already know the truth .    he smirks ,   and there’s a hint of amusement playing upon his expression .     ❝     you were listening ?       ❞

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❝      they say that genius is an infinite capacity for taking pains ,    ❞      he remarked with a smile .        ❝     it’s a very bad definition ,      but it does apply to detective work .     ❞    ind. sherlock holmes ,    written by heath .

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send 👻  for your (sender) muse to discover my (receiver) muse’s supernatural nature. 

or, send 👻  + reverse for my muse to discover yours’.

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00110000exe​:

THEY TAKE HIS KISS IN A SMALL GIGGLE   ;   SHYNESS MELTS INTO SATISFACTION .   Their hands rest on top of his , fingers gently brushing against his knuckles .   At his lips pressing on the bride of their nose , they make a soft “ meep “ sound and squint   —   an endearing habit they have while they are quite reactive to such tender things like this between them and Doctor .   Warm adoration fills their chest and for a moment , they feel like after centuries and more , they can breathe better again .   ❝   It’s grea- it’s -   ❞

AH CHOO !   They manage to duck down before sneezing a few times away from his face .   Once it’s over , they shake their head and gaze back at him with sheer amazement shining across their eyes .   ❝   WOOOW !   Your kiss ble- ble- blew me away !   Almost quite - almost quite literally ! …   You love me too much , Doctor .   ❞    A tease given through that silly smirk of theirs .   Although it quickly leaves as they tap on their nose .   ❝   But …   can you , um …   kiss me again ?   I - I - I didn’t mean to blow your kiss away !   ❞   They pause and quietly add with a sheepish smile   :   ❝   Pretty plea- pretty pleaseeeee ?   ❞

              the suddenness of the sneeze takes him by surprise ,   he even flinches .    he doesn’t flinch often ,    but he does this time .    he merely watches on as the other sorts themselves out .    and then ,   when they ask for another kiss ,    the doctor can’t help but smile .    it is a little amusing ,   but it also does seem like a trap .    you love me too much .    it’s something he’s heard before -- something he’s told himself before .    he remembers a girl he would’ve risked the whole universe for ,   a girl he did risk the whole universe for .    he remembers a girl he would’ve changed time for ,   a girl he almost did change time for .  and really ,   he hopes he doesn’t love the nameless one that much .    because when he does love that much ,   he never knows exactly what he’s going to do .

           ❝     another ?       ❞   he raises a brow ,    and stalls .   he seems like he’s mulling it over ,   considering it for one moment and then another .    he hums ,    clicks his tongue from the roof of his mouth ,   and then sighs .     ❝     i suppose .      ❞     he leans in again ,   hand returning to the other’s cheek -- just the one -- as he puts another kiss to the corner of one’s mouth .

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susanforeman​:

THEY WERE VERY DIFFERENT PEOPLE.          that  was  not  some  big  revelation,  something  they  hadn’t  both  known  for  quite  some  time  now.  it  was  cemented  by  arkytior’s  active  participation  in  the  time  war.  it  wasn’t  as  if  the  war  had  necessarily  taken  away  or  changed  arkytior’s  core  vales  –  ones  that  had  been  developed  by  her  time  with  the  doctor,  even  before  they  left  gallifrey  –  but  it  did  certainly  change  how  she  was  willing  to  express  them.     compassion     was  a  driving  force  in  both  of  them.  it  was  what  led  the  doctor  to  go  around  helping  the  war’s  victims,  and  what  led  arkytior  to  often  ruin  their  lives  in  an  attempt  at  stopping  the  suffering  from  spreading.  she  couldn’t  care  about  one  person  when  there  was  the  whole  to  think  about,  and  that  was  where  they  splintered.  their  perspectives  created  a  rift  between  them;  even  if  they  were  thinking  the  same     thing,     there  was  no  way  that  they  were  thinking  about  it  the  same     way.

so,  no.  while  she  might     know     that  he’s  tired  of  surviving,  she  does  not  truly      understand     it,  how  it  feels  for  him.  because     she’s tired too,     but  she  doesn’t  let  herself  feel  it . not  anymore.  physically,  sure,  she’s  worn  out,  but  she’s  adopted  her  soldier  identity  full-force,  distracts  herself  from  feeling  anything  by  no  longer  being  susan  foreman.  it’s  hard  to  be  tired  of  surviving  when  not  much  of  you  actually     has     survived  the  death  and  agony  and  despair  that  she  saw  everyday.  sometimes  it  felt  like  she  wasn’t  even  in  control,  like  she  was  just  a  spectator  who  was  watching  her  life  unfold,  and  she  didn’t  mind  that.  she  didn’t  feel  the  weight  of  the  world  bearing  down  on  her,  and  that  was  a  good  thing,  wasn’t  it?     there was no obligation to survive.     the  time  lords  didn’t  expect  her  to,  and  every  time  she  did  it  just  meant  she  could  risk  her  life  another  time.

when  she  first  joined  in  the  war,  she  would  cry  and  mourn  when  they  would  lose  people.     it hurt her     that  she  survived  when  others  didn’t.  so  wasn’t  this  way  better?  to  be  apathetic  to  survival?  people  were  going  to  die  –     she     was  going  to  die.  she  knew  that  –  so  why  let  herself  be  brought  down  by  it?

                     and  why  did  it  matter  so  much  that  the  doctor  survive?

SHE DIDN’T WANT A PROMISE.          didn’t  need  one.  because  promises  were  just  a  set-up  for  disappointment;  she  knew  that  better  than  anyone.  she  just  wanted  to  know  that  he  would     try     because  even  though  it  was  not  a  guarantee,  she  knew  he  wouldn’t  lie  to  her.  not  right  now.  not  about  this.  there  was  so  much  the  doctor  lied  about,  but  saving  lives  –  including  his  own  –  was  not  something  he  messed  around  with.

“ she needs someone to take her place. ”          matter-of-fact,  like  some  sort  of  mission  briefing.  and  it  was  a  mission  briefing,  except  instead  of  a  bunch  of  soldiers  she  had  one  doctor,  which  was  at  least  equal.          “ the trap is pressure and biology sensitive, so we can’t just place down a decoy. ”          her  hands  itched  for  some  sort  of  visual  representative  of  what  she  was  talking  about;  she  enjoyed  those  hologram  tables  on  the  war  tardises  that  would  show  all  their  different  routes  of  attack.  still,  despite  there  not  being  anything  like  that,  she  did  not  look  up  at  the  doctor  but  rather  fixed  her  gaze  at  the  wall,  concentrating  hard  as  she  pictured  the  scenario.          “ and she’ll be killed without a replacement. ”          she  looked  up,  concentration  nearly  turning  to  a  frown  when  she  saw  the  doctor,  like  she  had  been  expecting  somebody  else  because  she     was.     commander  veklin  was  always  by  her  side  for  these  sorts  of  things.  right  about  now  she’d  probably  be  questioning  why  they  were  even  wasting  their  time  on  this  –  somebody  was  going  to  die,  and  the  girl  was  already  in  the  trap.  and  arkytior  might  even  have  agreed.  hopefully  she  would  have  felt  wrong  about  it,  but  she  could  easily  be  convinced  that  something  wasn’t  worth  the  effort  nowadays.  there  were  more  pressing  matters  at  hand;  save  a  life  only  for  someone  else  to  die,  it  didn’t  feel  as  satisfying  as  before.          “ we could try to dismantle the trap, but we’d have to go through the ogrons first. ”          robogrons     as  yeorgi  had  put  it.  they  were  already  dead,  used  by  the  daleks  as  puppets.          “ i have an extra blaster- ”          said  almost  like  a  question.

               it was a time sensitive sort of situation ,   it didn’t leave much of an opportunity to think about what-if’s. he may not have been willing to promise susan that he’d find a way to fix the situation ,    but he had very much promised to himself that he wouldn’t allow another pointless death if there was something he could do about it .    even if that did mean taking her place .    at least ,    then ,    the guilt would stop eating him alive .   that was it ,   really ,    the guilt .    it’s why it was all so selfish .    it wasn’t always the pain of a loss that drove him ,    he didn’t always make sacrifices out of the kindness of his hearts ,    it was simply because he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he didn’t .                                   although he is quite used to living with himself anyway .    it hurts ,    but he always moves on .   that’s what made it easier .    back before the war he could just turn away from the pain and find something nicer to look at ,   but here  -------   deep in a war that spanned from the beginning until the end of time itself  -------  there was nowhere else to look .    the pain was everywhere .    he’d so much rather close his eyes and do nothing at all than involve himself in a battle that would never end .    the time lords would tell him he’s making life harder for himself than it needs to be ,   and susan would probably agree .    they’d tell him he was betraying them  -------------------  not fighting with them was the same as fighting for the daleks ,   or some other broken rhetoric to make him feel terrible for not picking up a weapon .    but if they only had the sense to open their eyes they’d know both sides were destined to lose ;    one would erase the other ,   and then they would go back in time and alter that circumstance ,   and so on and so on until the entire universe was shredded and there wasn’t a moment in the continuum that was left whole .

                  obviously ,   there was no way they would admit defeat ,   either .    because the daleks would not take peace ,   only surrender .     and who’s fault is it ,   at the end of the day ,   that all of this is even happening ?   he’d had his opportunity to end it all before it began and he’d wasted it over his moral qualms .    were he given the opportunity again ,   he does wonder if this time he’d take advantage of it .    it wouldn’t be the first time he’s threatened to wipe the daleks off the face of the universe since this war started .

                       ❝     i don’t need it .     ❞         he answers ,   waving off the half-offer of the blaster .    he wasn’t going to get his hands dirty -- not if he could help it .    he already had a plan to get past the ogrons anyway ,    he’d had one since he’d first thought of taking the girl’s place .     ❝     i'm going to make them an offer they can’t refuse ,    it’s sure to draw their attention .   enough that you should be able to sneak around them ;    that way you can get to the trap and dismantle it  ----     ❞      he closes his mouth rather sharpish ,    just to avoid saying anything else .    she probably wouldn’t be a fan of the plan ,    she might have preferred to go about it her own way .   the sort of way that involved blasting their way through the crowds ,    it would be quicker -- if only in exchange for the blood spilt .   but these are all things he thinks ,   and things he’d rather not verbalise .   he doesn’t want to get into an argument right now .

               ❝     if you want to .     ❞     he adds ,    but it’s less like an afterthought and more like a threat .   he’s not too sure why it sounds like that .    it’s not the sort of phrase that normally sounds like a threat .    he makes a start towards the doorway till he’s clutching at the doorhandle .      ❝     either way ,   i’m going to get her out .     ❞

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00110000exe​:

THE PAT ON THEIR CHEEK SURPRISES THEM WHILE THEIR HEAD PERKS UP INSTANTLY AT THE CONTACT , gentle and fond , though quickly , they lean into his touch and stare at him in wonder .   The Nameless One ?   Make the Doctor happy too ? …   A furious nod is made in agreement to his sweet statement .   ❝  Indeed , I - I -  IIIII do !   You’re smiling so much !   So happy ‘cause of - 'cause of mmmeee!!!  ❞   They poke the corner of his lips and laugh in the most softest pride , their joy causing the lights in the room to flicker several times .   They are just as glad to know that they make Doctor happy too !   They think   —   know that their best friend deserves nothing but endless delight   (   and his favourite biscuits !   ) and more , and if they can be one of the reasons to keep him smiling , then shine and shine they will be for him !

THEY BLINK AT THE FALLEN REALIZATION AND PAT THEIR CHEEK THAT DOCTOR TOUCHED ON A FEW TIMES .   Their gaze falls softer , visage now bearing a pleading look .   ❝   Waaaiiiiit , if I make you hap- hap- happy , may I - may IIIIIIIIII get a happy kiss from you - from you too !? …   ❞   Index fingers holding up to touch against each other , they stare down from Doctor to hide the shyness slowly building in their demeanour , cheeks red and eyes holding hope for the returned gesture .

       he raises a brow at the request .   his smile falters a little -- but not in a bad way .   it softens ,   in fact ,    to something a little more kind ,    more thoughtful .    the doctor had been about to move away and get on with whatever he had been doing before the nameless one’s happy-kiss assault .    watching the way the other goes all sheepish is like watching a puppy’s response to thinking they’ve done something wrong .   the doctor quietly tuts .   ❝    alright ,    come here .    ❞  

       he reaches out with both hands ,   claiming their jawline with the length of his fingers -- to hold their face up from the point at which it has turned down .   then he leans forward and presses a lingering kiss to the place directly between the nameless one’s eyes ,    just on the bridge of their nose .    he moves back ,   but doesn’t let go of the other’s face .    ❝   how’s that ?    ❞

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THEY WATCH HIM IN CHILDLIKE DELIGHT , WITH STARRY EYES SHINING AND A SMILE LIKE HIS OWN .   Giggles leave them at the silly noise he made and they bounce on the heels , their head tilting to the side when asked the question .   ❝    Not that - not that I - i - I am aware of !   ❞   they answer innocently .   Part of them wants to tell him   :   You’re always kind to me , that’s something good .    Though , figuring that’s something Doctor already knows very well of , they only tell him instead   :   ❝   You just make me - you just make very , very , VERYYY happy , Doctor !   It’s a hap- hap- happy kiss !   ❞   Their smile evolves into a brighter grin and they lean closer to him , pressing a gentle kiss on the other side of his cheek before they step back , giggling more .   ❝   Happy kisses , lemme cor- correct myself !   ❞

                 that’s nice to know .   it’s very nice to know .   if there’s one thing that he does enjoy it’s knowing that he makes his friends happy .    with the second kiss pressed to the other side of his face he smiles just that little bit wider .    it is a bit like having a child ,   though -- erratic and enthusiastic enough to respond in whatever honest way they deemed .    most people aren’t that real with him ,   even some of his closest friends .

         ❝    well ,   happy kisses are welcome kisses .    i’m glad i could make you happy .   and you know what ?    ❞     he pauses ,   just briefly  -------------  for dramatic impact  ---------------  and reaches out one hand to pat the other on the side on their cheek .    ❝    you make me happy ,    too .    ❞    

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@invctus​​ gave the doctor a kiss on the cheek

      old friends get special treatment ,    naturally .    but the doctor’s special treatement isn’t exactly the same as everyone else’s definition of special treatment .    he does lean into the kiss of greeting ,    because he always would ,   because it’s very nice .    he does so enjoy a kiss or two every once in a while .    but he also enjoys being a pain ,   too .   when he can be ,   at least .    he makes sure to hide his smile before the corsair pulls away far enough to see it .   now ,  instead ,   he wears something of a disappointed scowl .

              ❝    is that it ?     ❞       he sounds almost offended .    even judging by his body language one could assume he is ,   at least by his folded arms .    ❝    i can’t even think how long it’s been since you last said hi to me and all i get is a kiss on the cheek ?    who am i ,   your grandmother ?      ❞

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@timesense​ gave the doctor a kiss on the shoulder and on the cheek

         having a moment to relax is always nice ,    especially since he doesn’t get to do it all that often .    having someone else to relax with ,   too ,   always makes it worth it .    he hums quietly to himself ,    a cup of tea in one hand and river tucked under his free arm as he rubs his hand up and down her arm .   the kiss left on his shoulder isn’t the most noticeable through the layers of his shirt and vest ,    but he does notice the way she tilts her head to make it happen .    it’s a little distracting .     his tune comes to a stop as he turns his own head ,   her hair tickling the line of his chin and cheek .

       and then ,   when he does ,   she parts a kiss upon his cheek ,   too .    he laughs quietly ,   delicately ,   like a bell being struck .          ❝    you’re feeling friendly this evening ,   aren’t you ?    ❞  

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@msterchief​ asked for some hand holding

           john’s hands are a lot bigger than the hands he’s used to holding .    which makes him sound like some sort of serial hand holder ...    in fairness it’s not an inaccurate description .   usually the hands he holds are more of a perfect fit .    this is like holding the hand of one of his guardians back on gallifrey when he was still a child ,    being carted around from one room to the next for bad behavior and what not .    but it’s not as bad as that ,   the downside more specifically is just because the hand is covered in metal armour .

            regardless ,   he does give john’s hand a little squeeze before he waltzes off down the street ------- and he would have been tagging the armoured man along behind him if it weren’t for the fact that his legs were nearly twice the length of his own .   he’d have to jog to make much of a difference .       ❝    come on ,   places to see ,   people to be ,   and what not .    ❞