this is actually kind of fun. //sclfmastery, for Fifteen
[what doesn’t kill you || accepting]
“Excuse you?”
White teeth flash in a blinding smile, as hands with too many rings dance across the TARDIS console. Oh how he LOVES this body. Dark and smooth as silk. He is poetry in motion. Rhythm and starlight and liquid blues…
“Kind of fun?” The Doctor’s hand flashes out, pinkie and pointer finger outstretched in accusation, midnight eyes full of laughter. “If that is the best you can do after all these centuries, YOU can pop off on the nearest asteroid! I!”
He yanks a lever, spinning himself around as he taps a few switches and the ship lurches violently to one side.
“Am MASSIVE amounts of fun! And we!”
He stops abruptly, facing The Master. When did he get so close? There’s hardly any space between them. No room to hide the way his expression drops open — soft, and warm, and genuine. “We,” he emphasizes, stepping closer, “… are long overdue on some quality time.”
And conversations. And apologies. Another thing this body was getting better about. Touring the Universe was just the start…

















