#ofthetardis

[lord-irving-braxiatel]

@ofthetardis started liked for a starter!

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Braxiatel stood at the windows in his office, looking down at his own personal empire that he had built with his own two hands. He raised a glass of scotch to his lips and was about to take a sip when he felt a gentle telepathic presence enter the room with a light knock on the door. "Romana," He greeted her quietly but did not turn to greet her. Instead, he watched his staff mill about in the gardens below, watched as Hass the gardener trimmed the hedges of his gardens with precision, killing off the unwanted branches and dead leaves. "I hope you've slept well?"

They were the last of their kind. The last to survive the Last Great Time War, as far as Braxiatel was aware. He knew Romana didn't forgive him for what he had to do to ensure she was safe, that she was protected. That she could one day still rule. Or of the things he had to do in the Time War.

He didn't forgive himself either.

[divinitatemxsanguis]

Oh this was certainly different, unheard of, some might even say impossible and yet, someone out there had managed to make it possible, make it that a TARDIS could finally communicate properly with their pilots. Who ? How ? Why ? So many questions, so many thought passed into her head, they were all in her reach but she dismissed them for now, there was something more important happening right now; she was moving, well, not her per se but the machine part of her, her pilot had finally come back and made them leave their home planet. She could read a thousand things coming from their mind, it was all too fast for her, she was barely awake to understand it all yet.

No, not awake.

Another word, a much more complicated word.

"What is a word ? Why are they complicated ?" She asked out loud, hoping for an answer but none came, she didn't get that she would need someone else in the room to answer her first. Suddenly she moved, walking along the many corridor until she reached the console room where her pilot was, he hadn't noticed her arrival and she was not sure how to get his attention; so she waited, waiting was good right ? She waited until they stopped moving then she moved closer to her pilot, searching for something, anything to say to him.

"Do you know why words are so complicated ?" It wasn't exactly what she had wanted to say to him, but the words had escaped her before she could stop herself.

Closed starter for @ofthetardis

[drummingncise]

“So, our friendship didn’t mean anything to you?” (from Eight)

@ofthetardis // betrayal & regret sentence starters

"That's where you're wrong, darling," the Master, says, gritting his teeth at the Doctor, a face he hasn't seen since before the war, a face he's not struggling to look up too high into, for once.

He remembers being taller, last time.

"Our friendship meant everything to me," he continues, "and you threw it away."

[cosmicangsts]

the doctor doesn't think much of it when his study door opens and peri joins him, sitting on his desk as he writes in his journal. it's indeed rare to have this sort of downtime in between travels, and he's making the most of it, taking the time to draft up some poetry as they drift amongst the stars in leisure for once. indeed, if he's not in the TARDIS control room, usually this is where he can be found, if not writing, reading or tinkering away on some sort of project.

he makes no attempt to conceal the piece he's working on, which seems to be about his young companion; or at the very least, a woman achingly similar to her . . . with silky brown hair, intelligent eyes, and a smile so blindingly bright that the very essence of time around her seems to come to a complete standstill whenever she turns that expression the viewer's way. yes, it's clearly an extremely personal piece of prose, with a fond innotation . . .

" ah, peri! good of you to join me. " he quite appreciates the company, as evidenced by his warm smile up at the brown - haired earthwoman now perched amongst his neatly organized documents and volumes. " need something? "

⋆ @ofthetardis - for peri //

[lord-irving-braxiatel]

@ofthetardis

"love?! you think i'm in love?" (from Romana IV)

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"Well, you have been acting rather oddly as of late." Braxiatel pointed out, slightly flustered at having been caught off guard. "If this lucky partner is Leela my lady, then might I say many congratulations. She is a fine match. If it's with Narvin, may Gallifrey help you. I can't do much to advise on a relationship with Narvin, other than you will soon get sick of seeing black and white. Both literally and metaphorically speaking..."

[lord-irving-braxiatel]

@ofthetardis

“Yeah, but you should see the other guy.” (from Leel)

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"Guy? What other guy?" Braxiatel rolled up his sleeves as he stood back to back with Leela, ready to punch his way through the angry mob of villages if necessary, when saw the looming figure towering above them. "Ah, you mean that gentleman. I do see your point."

[loveisxpromise]

@ofthetardis:🤗 - to hug your muse (Clara to 10)

The Doctor was just meandering, hands in his pockets, passing through the crowd, enjoying the day like nothing could go wrong when he was hugged out of nowhere. "Ah 'ello!" He exclaimed, surprised, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk and earning a few unfriendly remarks from a couple passersby. He looked down at the person hugging him, she was oddly familiar but he couldn't place her. "Don't I know you?" He asked.

[deathxproof-archive]

Susan Foreman starter for @ofthetardis <333

Susan had spotted her almost immediately. She was sneaking around her museum. (At least what she had broadly assumed was sneaking.) Why was she sneaking around her museum? She was usually the one who did that.

“Hello there,” she says as soon as she walks up to her. “couldn’t help but notice you wandering. Can I help you find anything in particular, Miss?” she asks with a smile. The museum also kept telling her to stop acting like a gallery attendant, but that hadn’t stopped her yet. Especially not when she had a vague familiarity she couldn’t place. “No one knows this place better.”