This world does not seem to be the place for that. What about a different one?
Well, it seems he is about to be cheered up. He is grateful.
Clara Oswald
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This world does not seem to be the place for that. What about a different one?
Well, it seems he is about to be cheered up. He is grateful.
"I counter that redirect." She points at him. "You: 'Oh look-shiny!'"
//Toying around with bringing back my Idris account ...
"You died." Over and over again, I hear this. I should know the truth, non? After all, what proof was there of my death? A letter written by Armand, telling Lestat it was so. Pardon, but Armand's word is not so great. I never saw the letter. I was gone by then, and whether Armand-
/wow have I really not been on this accfor 2 months? Well that makes sense-last month of school/reading camp/moving.
"Anywhere. Anywhen." He looks sad and that hurts her heart.
Would be nice to forget this place for awhile. “Anytime.”
No one is all good or all bad. Can he not just be himself with her?
That breaks her heart. It makes her want to wrap her arms around him and hold him. She will miss him every time he is away.
Yes, very very much. It's been a long time since anyone has missed her.
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a man with a beard is saying " do not try to get inside my head "
ALT: a man with a beard is saying " do not try to get inside my head "
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"Bless you, aren't you precious?" An autograph. "I can't explain how I know. You never like to be told anything you don't know or can't figure out on your own."
"No one told me." How does she explain to him who she is and what she knows?" "Isn't it obvious? You simply are. No one has to tell me or anyone else."
She can't help but smile back, seeing /him/ there, in his eyes. Still, she holds back, unsure of whether or not he would reject a hug. It has been such a very long time. Yet, he remembers her again. She has not been marked from the stories of his travels and adventures. "It's Wednesday, you-
" yes . . . i recall, " he says, a faint smile playing at the corner of his lips. " i didn't say i *forgot* you. i never forget a friend. no, i needn't reach back. but when you're *my age* . . . well, you have to be selective with memory. the way people move through me, *that's* what counts. "
"No one told me." How does she explain to him who she is and what she knows?" "Isn't it obvious? You simply are. No one has to tell me or anyone else."
" *clever boy*? yes, i rather suppose i am. " a very smug grin as he puts his hands in his pockets, bright jacket falling back and exposing the uneven patterns of his waistcoat. his grin falls as he processes her words, turning into a furrowed frown of thought. " . . . who told you? "
How many faces has he worn since they saw each other last? "Reach back a little further, Doctor. I've always done whatever I wanted, which has always gotten under your skin." It also might be why they were such a good team.
the doctor tilts his head slightly, looking her over. " clara was a very long time ago. and she certainly didn't wear outfits like that. or did she? i couldn't tell you. like i say, it was a very long time ago. "