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“New Years get sort of hard to count when you’re traveling so often.” 

It was strange for him to think about-- he and Amy had been traveling for so long now. Important dates, holidays-- they all tended to blend together. But usually they could fight for the time around Christmas, almost as if it really were a proper winter break. 

“How long do you think it’s been, really?” 

[benevolentgodloki]

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Amy froze, a snarky comment dying before it had a chance to be voiced. Much like a mental record scratch, every other thought she had fled. It wasn’t often that Loki asked for anything simple. If she thought about it, it wasn’t often he asked for anything at all. The request would have been enough to move her to agree on its own. But he said please.

“Of course,” she said gently.

There was no other acceptable answer. Without a second thought, she wrapped her arms around him and held him close.

After so long running from one event to the next, which was usually his preferred pacing, Loki had finally come to a halt at New Asgard. It was all over, the War, anyone to fear, the reunion with Thor. Now the god of mischief sat with Amy in one of the village’s spare huts and he felt the weight of everything catching up with him. There was relief, of course, but there was also a torrent of emotions he had not allowed for years.

He rested his head on her shoulder and folded his arms around her in turn. His eyes watered without prompt. “I can’t remember what it’s like to slow down.”

[araedi]

📞 for a VOICEMAIL

[Send a symbol for their final message to your muse

📞 - for a voicemail.]

“Amelia, please listen to what I have to say very carefully and allow me to explain. Under no circumstances can you return here to this time or place. Avoid it at all costs, for your safety and mine.

I haven’t the time for details beyond that which you know already but things are reaching the end. Whilst I feel that somehow we will find a means to finish this, the cost is going to be high. Incredibly high. I can’t tell if this is going to spill outside of time or space or reality when we fight but it is a very distinct possibility and I would not have you become dragged into this, whether by accident or design. You do not deserve such a weight upon your shoulders after all you’ve gone through.”

A long pause. “I'm so sorry. I wanted to be able to talk with you one final time; it feels remiss of me to just leave you with a message and the hope you’ll be safe but there’s just no time. Hah. You know, I never used to think that time was an enemy until I met you: we never have enough of it, you and I. Our paths kept crossing but we could never stay long. The universe, I suppose, is not always kind - but kind enough to have let me meet you, at least. 

Keep some faith, Amy. I promise I won’t leave you. Whatever happens, I will find you.”

@petrichormemory

[thexthdoctor-blog]

@petrichormemory

Even though he is in no rush to admit it, a life coated in peril and sacrifices has him thinking like an old man too often. Flirting with death is, after all, both a defiant challenge and an ungrateful payment. He tries as he might to keep his eyes set on the present, for there is too much loss on his wake and too many fixed points ahead, but sometimes he is consumed by the thought of --- what happens after I lose for the last time?

It was foretold that his children of time would follow in his footsteps. His influence is recorded in countless histories and civilizations across the cosmos. His very name carried the power to make an army shiver. But was that all there would be? Nothing to come with his memory but fear?

Would no one care to know the man behind the legend, this old man wonders? He has a poisoned stab wound that is bleeding profusely and has blocked his neurotransmitters. The TARDIS is too far away to make a run for it. And Amy, bless her, apparently knows how to use a katana much better than him.

It's not like he means to think about this only because he feels death's cold fingers slowly grip his limbs, nor only because he's not alone this time. No, rather, it feels like he's been given a gift. Because didn't Amy say she was a writer?

Who better to remember him for whom he truly was? 

“Amy...” He struggles to reach out and manages to brush his fingertips on her arm. “We lost them. They’re not coming into a cursed forest, no matter how much they may hate us. You can put that down now...”

[simplicity-of-control]

❛ you’re always one decision away from a different life. ❜

“Is that meant to try and change my mind?” The Master huffed. “No, I know what kind of life I’m meant to live Miss Pond, and it’s not the fairytale you’d envision.” 

[sclfmastery]

(Otp drawing: Ten and Kos is totally 1A, and Amy and Kos could be 3B. <3)

Space Spouses™ confirmed, AKA “The Sly Cat and the Smitten Puppy.”  

(I’ll get to Amy and Kos next <3 ) 

@halorvic i promise I will stop bugging you with these now lol, but this is so thoroughly up your alley....

[pantherpause]

@petrichormemory   @masterfulxrhythm 

[tenthdxctxr]

“Tell me where I am. I demand you tell me right now, where am I?”

The Runaway Bride - Sentence Starters

❝ Y-you’re inside the TARDIS… How does this keep happening? How do you lot keep getting inside MY TARDIS without me noticing! ❞ Oh, this was a repeat of Donna all over again! Though this time, he was dealing with a Scottish woman, and, if his gut was right (plus his past experience as a Scotsman himself) she was definitely gonna be a hard one to get along with.  ❝ I’m The Doctor… Who are you and how did you get inside my TARDIS? We’re mid-flight! ❞