Do you relish danger, Doctor?

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[magxstra-archived-deactivated20]

"Hm. I always knew you would be trouble. 

—Did he endure much pain in the end?”

[procrastinatixn]

"Oh, I am but a  failed experiment.  For all I know he's still very much  alive. Nearing  the end of his last  incarnation, but still  breathing."

[magxstra-archived-deactivated20]

"Don’t make me beg.”

[procrastinatixn]

"I am not The Doctor. Merely pieces  of him.  But  those that  always  remain  throughout.  The  hatred.  He  certainly did start  to  fear  death.  Trying  so  very  hard  to  break  the  rules. It's hard  to  see pairs   of eyes in the  p  i  t  c  h   d  a  r  k  ,  y  o  u   k  n  o  w . "   

[magxstra-archived-deactivated20]

"Are you going to tell me what happened or do I have to wait and see?”

[procrastinatixn]

"Oh,  d e a r . Would  you  like a  spoiler?"

[procrastinatixn]

thistimefeelsnew

"Oh,   a   new   model.  Not   one I've  encountered   b  e  f  o  r  e . Interesting to say the very least."

[magxstra-archived-deactivated20]

“Cocky, too. Now, isn’t this fun. How far ahead are you?”

[procrastinatixn]

"I am in my first body,  as it so happens.  I do believe  that  the  pretenses I keep  up with every one else would be rather  foolish  with  you,   would   they   not?  Yet, yes, I'm just a  little ahead of you."

[magxstra-archived-deactivated20]

"Hello, hello, my dear. Would you look at that~”

[procrastinatixn]

"Oh  yes,  I  had  a   f e e l i n g   you'd like me, most people do."

[procrastinatixn]

magxstra

"Oh,  look   at   what  the cat dragged in."

[fairbeing]

❛It is, isn’t it?❜

Giving him a sheepish smile as she flattened the back of her hair, 

❛—Thanks for noticing. Very sweet of you.❜

Having to been sitting in a chair in the console room for quite some time. Her smile grew wider, Ellanor wrapping an arm around the headboard of her seat to face him with brighter features,

❛I’m surprised you came out, actually.   I thought you’d gone into hiding for the rest of the day.❜

[procrastinatixn]

                  A short nod. Not that he could tell. But the look of trying that seemed to grace allegedly new features spoke of some aftershock. A noticeably quiet 'regeneration' had fallen upon him in that fuzzy, altered little memory of hers. TARDIS crash, it seemed so faultlessly naive. But why would The Doctor ever lie to her? But some plaguing sadness lay on the surface that perhaps spoke of that which faced a newly regenerated Time Lord who seemed to be unusually concerned with what humans though of him. "I  can't  hide  forever.  Especially from you."                   A pause. "What do you think?"

[procrastinatixn]

aprxns

"Your hair is longer, isn't it?"  Perhaps feigned efforts to          pretend to notice what she                      looked like would endear.

[procrastinatixn]

snowflakedroses

"Rose Tyler-"

[xnotpossible-archive]

After his words, she suddenly notices how tired he looks. An expression of sympathy crosses her face, and she wants to say some magic words that’ll make things better, but nothing’s coming to her mind.

"I’m sorry. Is there… ah… is there anything I can do? Anyway that I can help?”

It honestly hurts to see him like this, and she can’t help but wonder where she is in his future. Surely she wouldn’t leave him if he was in danger.

[procrastinatixn]

               Her dark doe eyes make her look all the more like some poor small creature he could easily crush beneath one of his shoes. The control freak that is so easily controlled. Oh, it merely feels like the most perfect form of irony. "Just... Just stay with  me.  Please, Clara."                The voice ringing through, it sounds like the voice of the raggedy man. Whining, pleading, desperate for company so that he doesn't die old and frail and alone, on Christmas of all days. 

[procrastinatixn]

;; xninths

"Ah. About   t i m e . "

[dikgoontle]

             ❛ I do tryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy ~ ❜

               VENOM drips off of the spiders tongue,                his words were being dragged out of the                back of his throat as he smirked smugly at                the other in mere p r i d e.

[procrastinatixn]

"Oh, little trying  n  e   e  d  e  d ." Effortless creature. Such a cluster of contradictions that he fits together like some vile, beautiful patchwork. He's going to be useful. A small smirk pulls at The Valeyard's lips.

[procrastinatixn]

"Remarkable.   T  r  u  l  y . " Not something he does often, compliment. But well, a crossing paths with a creature so much like yourself, it often triggers something of an... admiration.

[deadmos-deactivated20160627]

Send me "&" for my muse's reaction to yours tracing one of their scars.

[claraaoswlds-blog]

   Clara is not so easily won with words; after all, action    speaks far louder.      There are no other Time Lords.    Yet what he speaks does not sound like a lie, though    she knows there is truth behind the best lies. Who is    this Valeyard, and how does he know her? How does    he know the Doctor…    how did he survive the War?

            ❝   I’m not his saviour. I’m his friend.                                    How did you survive?   ❞

[procrastinatixn]

He senses her suspicion. Can almost taste it in the air like something serpentine. Her stare is hardly trusting, and so he seeks to back off. Let her control the situation, let her ask all the questions and draw answer from him that sounds like what she wants to hear. Pretty lies. "I managed to force a   time-lock  upon   my   T A R D I S and have   been   stuck   in  that   small  pocket of time   for    a     good    few   thousand  years. It's   good   to   be  out,  if   I'm quite  h o n e s t  . "

[xnotpossible-archive]

That little petting of her ego is just what she needs to start properly trusting him. Of course, that isn’t what she’s thinking  consciously. Her mind is working at a break neck pace, trying to work out how he’s here and, most importantly, why.

But, instead of asking him those questions, she asks something completely different.

"Your name. Why did you change it?”

[procrastinatixn]

Awkward questions. Well, they're not all that awkward any more. He's able to weave a lie from the threads he's being given quite easily. Like some great arachnid masquerading as a friend to her poor little insect. "I had to go into  hiding.  I'm  a   very   old   man,  Clara.  I  can't     r  u  n  forever,  I  really   can't.  Too     much     of      a  reputation to my  name.  It just became... tiring." And he does, he looks tired. But not because he's old, no. Far from it, on his own. Merely some hellish child brought forth at the beginning of a new age. It's because he's something evil. The casing can't withstand the contents.