IT’S BUBBLING INSIDE HIM . he’s felt it for a while , the burning fizz && aching fire that always comes . he’s coming . && he’s said his peace . oh he’s coming . hearts raced against his chest , beating loudly on his ribs , it’s PAINFUL , it’s VIOLENT , it’s terrifying . && oh god , oh god , he is so scared . he couldn’t tell if it was the regeneration or the fear that was twisting out his stomach , either way the discomfort was unnerving . the change always brought around the feeling of slowing time . like every second was STRETCHED out for millennia . tired green eyes fought their way through drooping eyes to try && find his friends through this haze . at FIRST , his eyes went to clara , terrified && crying , then over to amy , the first face this face saw . he thought about his little amelia pond , THE GIRL WHO WAITED . then about clara . his IMPOSSIBLE GIRL . his mind then turned to rory . && then to river . two people who meant a lot && that he had LOST during this face . he felt safe in those memories . he had to keep them safe . SAFE from him right now .
he reached out for both of them eyes focused in front , his hearts UNCONTROLLED && then . oh no . no . he … closed his eyes . the regeneration sickness was going to be terrible but he couldn’t explode in front of both of them . he’d hurt them . he’d destroy the TARDIS . so the doctor took a deep breath then , let his back arch , chest TIGHTENING , fire BURNING deep inside him . he hoped that amy would remember that she met him when he was still recovering from regeneration && how he had told her about it afterwards , he hoped , that even if she was scared , she’d understand . of course she would , surely ? she had seen her own daughter regenerate . the doctor closed his eyes && suddenly the fire BURNT quickly like a gasoline dipped rag . taking him immediately &&
eyes JOLTED open . bright blueish-grey && everything so bright && new . hearts tripping over themselves trying to find a rhythm . his clothes felt tighter - smaller , his trousers barely grazing his ankles && his shirt feeling stretched across his arms . WILD eyes went to the red head , peering at her , moving forward , then over to the brunette as they stood beside each other , knees bent as his eyes moved between them , trying to work out who they were . behind him , he could hear every whirr && fizz of the machine . he wasn’t SURE … then he stood up straighter , feeling a sharp pain in his side . he blinked , confused , reaching down within himself before declaring to the SHOCKED humans ( he assumed they were humans . they weren’t time lords , so they must be humans right ? )
‘ KIDNEYS ! ’ a surprised expression passed his face . ‘ i’ve got new kidneys ! ’ a pause then followed . burgundy ? burgundy kidneys ? they used to be maroon ! what was he meant to do with burgundy kidneys ? he frowned , curling his lips , in slight annoyance . ‘ i don’t LIKE the colour . ’ he admitted to both of them . || @impossiiblegiirl && @thansunflowers
CLARA’S IN TEARS, A HAND TIGHTLY GRIPPED ABOUT THE CONSOLE’S rail as his face contorts. There’s nothing she can do, nothing, nothing at all. All she can do is watch, watch and cry as whatever regeneration was for Time Lords takes hold. She’s in pain, her heart clenching and twisting in her chest until she can hardly breathe. Somehow, he’s still standing and her frightened eyes turn to Amy, seeking any sort of reassurence from her friend, not understanding. Would he change completely? Die? Remain the same is some way? Yes, she can remember in some ways what how different he appeared between his forms, but what did that mean?
Her attention jerks back to the Doctor as he jolts, back arching with an unseen force. She doesn’t understand... she doesn’t understand... And then, as if by some strange trick, a different man stands before them. Too tall, too grey, too old to be the person there only a moment before, she takes a step back, forgetting for half a moment he, somehow, is still the Doctor. Palms wipe at wet cheeks, teeth sinking into her lip nervously as he crouches to stare at them both. Once more, her gaze darts to the redhead by her side, a million questions unvoiced, somehow thinking Amy might have all the answers.
Barely holding in a shriek at the sound of the Doctor’s new voice, her dark eyes grew even wider at the words, confused. ❝ What? ❞ —— @thansunflowers && @twelvetm