BETWEEN THE STARS

sky above us was DANCING with  l i g h t s !

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revamp or nah ?

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your eight is so beautifully written! I love seeing him around the dw community.

ah this is so sweet ! thanks so much , babe !

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tiny starter call !

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           Well, look on the bright side.                                                                      I’m NOT a Dalek.

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Do you have a wishlist tag? What kind of plots do you want to see for Eight someday in the future?

oh man ! i don’t but i’m always open to new ideas. i would love to do some time war or zagerus stuff ! also anything with eight’s amnesia because i love pain. always open to ocs becoming companions, too ! seriously though, eight will take anyone on an adventure.

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FOOTAGEKEPT.

                 “ spicy? “ a few blinks before she begins to snicker quietly, bringing a spoon to her own lips and tasting the jello. the spice takes a second to reach her and she laughs some more, cheeks turning red, “ oh my gosh it is! i LOVE it! “ another small mouthful, humming in delight and turning back to see if she can catch sight of the lovely woman.. but the market is heaving, people are packing the streets.. tucking against his side she smiles gently, “ this place is brilliant! “

          he continues onward , face slowly returning back to a paler shade as the two push through the crowd. endless hoards of people piled into the isles of the outdoor market , some towering feet above the two, while others slipped by between them . most of the species were even unfamiliar to the doctor ; he remained just as fascinated as clara .          ‘   NOW , i don’t want you getting lost or wandering off .   ‘         through whimsical jokes and stories , he also made sure to prioritize safety . childish attitude made times where he turned stern all the more impactful . the doctor intertwined his fingers with her and gave them a tight squeeze . he looked over his shoulder at the blue box that was fading from view due to the crowd.           ‘   remember the way back and stay close by me , alright ? anything happens, we meet back at the tardis   ‘

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BLONDECHAV.

           “ aren’t YOU the one always sayin’ tha’ time can be rewritten, doctor? or ‘s tha’ just somethin’ ya say to look impressive? ”  she’s teasing him again. has the feeling it might be par-for-the-course when it comes to THIS particular version of him, though time could only tell on that front. the smiling was definitely here to stay at least, growing wider the longer she observes him moving around her apartment.

damn, he was cute. not just this particular face of his ( from what she remembered of clive’s pictures, all of them were cute in ONE way or another, &. her own personal bias certainly added to that ) but how he acted. how he moved. there was something about it that was so intrinsically doctor-y that it instantly endeared him to her, &. THAT was going to make things difficult.

               if she let herself fall in love with him in his past, then what did that mean for his future?

           “ you make tea now? ”  she probably shouldn’t sound as surprised as she does, even without the timelines to consider. he looks every bit the part of a dashing, byronic suitor. still, she finds it hard to imagine him with any skill in the kitchen. her FIRST doctor never struck her as having the patience for cooking &. her SECOND had always seemed a bit too scatterbrained to not BURN everything.  “ sorry. tha’ was a bit MEAN, wasn’t it? tea sounds lovely. ”

          olive flock flows swiftly behind him , his movements somehow soft and abrupt at the same time . with a strange rhyme to his movements, he never seemed to stay still or keep his mind on one task at a time . he chuckled as curls flung from his features .          ‘   rewritten , erased , molded , created , broken into a billion trillion pieces ! not that i do any of that . not much as ME me at least .   ‘          flob watch clicked open , blending into that odd rhyme once more .           ‘   give this ME   t i m e  , though . he’ll figure things out at some point .   ‘

          elegant and childish ! each sway was like a dance , even as fingers toyed with knick knacks that adorned shelves . he turned towards the kitchen.           ‘   i’ve been a FINE cook a handful of times . tea shouldn’t be any issue .   ‘        

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FOOTAGEKEPT.

                  “ a few peaceful days, maybe… but i don’t think i’m really keen on that.. “ eyes close as she feels his heartbeats, two of them. an alien but still so familiar… she grins as her eyes open, “ peace, i mean. i like the adventures. “

         ‘   as long as we can sneak tea time in   ‘        there’s a soft glimmer in his own as her eyes open ; he leans forward and places a kiss softly on her forehead .  moments like THESE . moments of peace ; no running or fear , but still a lingering sense adventure . he brings her close once more , and wraps his arms tightly around her .           ‘   FOREVER it is   ‘

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Ah! Why did you do that?

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since the dw rp community is a thing again . . . should i come back on eight ?

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 ‘He’s- um, he’s British.’

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Paul McGann in Every Role (that I can find a DVD/Download of) –> Liam Phelan in The Hanging Gale (1995)

The waters are come in unto my soul. I sink in deep mire where there is no standing. I cannot say mass. I do not believe. My heart is full of vengeance. I pray that I may wash my feet in the blood of my enemies.

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The man in the chair is MARWOOD. Twenty-five years old. Milk white with insomnia. Glasses like Lennon’s and a sweet face behind them. Seventy-five per cent good looks and the rest is anxiety. This is a long haul with unspecified destination. Only thing certain is there are still hours to go. Hours and hours have stagnated in here. Drifting in cigarette smoke and settling with the dust.

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The Doctor: On & Off-Screen: Paul McGann

“There’s no doubt now, in my mind, that the Eighth Doctor is part of it, that he’s right there at the heart of it. He has earned his place, and that’s really gratifying.” (DWM #472)

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The Night of the Doctor