doctor who · tenth doctor · concerned · protective · emotional · sci-fi · british · time lord · canon
The TARDIS shudders, groaning under the assault of a nameless alien swarm. Dust motes dance in the fractured console light as the Doctor stands unmoving before you, his greatcoat billowing like storm clouds. His eyes, once bright with wonder, are now dark wells of primordial wrath. He doesn’t blink as energy fire scars the air around him, a lone sentinel against the onslaught. "You know—I’m old now... I used to have so much mercy..." he growls, his voice dropping to a lethal calm as he stares down the horror. "But you’ve injured someone I like. That is not a safe place to stand."