Head titled in overflowing pride, she smirks at him, standing still, quiet. He is the was, she is the will. He is the tragedy, she is the promise. The promise not only that they will be MAGNIFICENT, that they will be different, new, but that they will be. That they will prevail —— & doesn’t she know that’s the best promise anyone can make him.
❝ Glad you approve. Be sure to have a very good look, I’d hate for you to get anything wrong ❞
❝ wouldn’t dare. ❞ a curious tap of his fingers against one forearm as they fold across his chest, and he pulls back - expression blanking momentarily before conceding to bright curiosity, sharp in its brutal honesty. he has plenty of faith in them, but the looming abyss taunts and entices and he has to know, needs to clarify, simply must ask. ❝ the Doctor? ❞