#hybridhearted

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@hybridhearted    X

     Lighting strikes, thunder cracks, and between all of it, the Doctor stands, blue sparks of electricity running through his body. Saibra’s heart stops for a moment when he drops to the floor, she runs to him, praying for all it’s worth that he is alive.

   And almost as suddenly, he is up and his lips are against hers and her heart stops again while the kiss lasts. Her eyes remain closed for a couple of seconds afterwards; the absence of his touch is not a good feeling. ( Since when has she started missing touch instead of dreading it? )

   “What is this all about?” Her tone is scolding. He should know better than to scare her to death like this. Twice.

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18, 22, 42

((Very subtle, Doctor))

18. What do you consider a deal breaker?“I… I don’t know? Never really thought about it. I guess… If they didn’t treat me right. But then I wouldn’t have fallen in love with them…. Maybe if… They lied to me?”

22. Do you think people should date their friends?“Sure, if they want to. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with that. After all, you love your friends and you date people you love, right? Actually, I really don’t see the problem.”

42. Have you ever read Romeo and Juliet? “I did read it once, well a summary rather. It didn’t make much sense in my opinion. They married and so they have to die? And why were the parents fighting about anyways? Strange things of the past.”

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ok so tomorrow starts my stress. i’ll be busy and barely here. but i’ll also be a lot at work. so if you wanna leave me stuff to drabble about, questions about hcs or anything similar, feel free <3

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"Here, you can have my jacket." ✧┆The Tenth

      Affectionate Starters

  The air blew cold and sharp, but Saibra didn’t mind. It made her feel alive, her skin itched as if the wind was made of razors. It was a good pain, one she had never allowed herself before, always covering her skin in fear of accidental contact.

   Yet now, the Doctor placed his jacket on her shoulders. She would have complained about how she wanted to feel the air. But the warmth of the recently worn jacket mixed with the scent of the Doctor on it changed her mind. One arm through every sleeve and she was now wearing it, snuggling to the cloth. It was softer and warmer than she imagined - she had touched it before but never like this.              it felt like a hug that never had to end

  When she looked up at him, he was smiling, that smile he had whenever he did something good for her. She loved that smile  selfish as it may seem. 

         “Thanks,” she murmured. “I like it, it- it smells like you.”