❝ the horror at being left behind ❞
“I am made of bullets; shrapnel. You are solar flares and soft lips. Better creatures could love you, I know, but now they'll have to get through me.”
Another planet, another kiss - but this time it was to distract the guards that were passing by. He'd found his way to her in a crowd of locals. He recognized her perfume. Someone thought they recognized him, and to hide from everyone, he spun her towards him and drew her in for a kiss, his hands placed on her cheeks.
"C'mere, I need to hide," he mumbled. "Sorry. What are you doing on this planet? I'm just here for the market. I needed parts for the TARDIS."
Not two months ago, he'd said goodbye to Clara, bidding her farewell. He completely lied, saying that he found Gallifrey again. He wasn't about to let Missy know about that, though. Maybe somewhere down the road.
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