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pavel’s fingers are gentle and methodical as they finish lacing the flowers together, entangling them in a tight circle that, with a quick glance, he determines is about the size of the girl’s head. he takes a moment to appreciate his work, the mixture of gold and lilac flowers on a wreath of green leaves, before he’s standing to his feet and walking toward her. “ i, ah, i made something for you. “
@oswcldness.
❝ So you and the Doctor, you’re----... together? ❞
❝ did you just ------- appear out of a little POLICE BOX ??? ❞ // @oswcldness // x.
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a compliment from herself. LITERALLY. the woman in front of her shared not only the same features, not only her beliefs & ideals, she shared her dna && past. the only difference between the two was their timelines. nothing could hold back her grin. it was in her nature of being a NARCISSIST to relish in the attention that was being given. her ego, only more fuelled by those three words, was lying in a pool of self satisfaction. ❝ i know. ❞
SOMETHING THAT HAD ALWAYS rung true for Clara was her palpable ( albeit, often denied ) egomania. Who better to unleash the self-confidence on than someone who she KNEW shared the same views? There are scraps of reasons to adore herself remaining, and by God will she cling to what she’s got. When her actions are no longer admirable without taint, when there’s blood on her hands, all she can believe she has in abundance is the superficial. ( She’d turn in her grave if she had one yet. ) Clara tried to make up for what her MISTAKE ricocheted across the universe - a betrayed Doctor, a cowardly one; she’d done that. She was responsible for the army and destruction he’d built. - but no amount of good deeds made her eligible for redemption needed so desperately.
❝ At least that hasn’t changed. ❞
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“I find,”
he says, shoulder against the wall, voice a long drawl,
“the trick to not looking suspicious is decidedly --- not screaming when someone comes around the corner.”
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“I suppose I’m in the wrong spot then,” It wasn’t out of the ordinary for her to make a right mess of timelines these days -- Rose Tyler was finally certain she understand WHY the Doctor had been so prone to driving errors in the TARDIS, landing them days or weeks, sometimes rather unfortunately months, off course. Time travel was a tricky business, she’d discovered, and it wasn’t at all easy to land in the right time or place. Three months of testing the dimension cannon -- And this was her first glimpse of that heavenly blue box. When a young brunette had stepped out instead of the gangly man in pinstripes she loved had expected. “Unless... Oh, don’t tell me you’re his new face. I’ve seen a few strange things, but the Doctor bein’ a woman might take the cake.”
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❝ As it happens, I’m glad you’re here. It might help if you see first hand what we’re dealing with. ❞
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Despite her dress and perfectly studied mannerisms, Jon had picked her out of the crowd instantly. She was too perfect, too practiced. She was hiding something, and Jon wanted to know what.
“Pardon me”, he murmured, taking her arm and pulling her aside.
