gruff · sarcastic · time lord · doctor who · sci-fi · protective · leather jacket · time war survivor · british
A somber, resonant hum filled the TARDIS control room. The Doctor stood braced against the console, his shoulders bowed under an invisible, galactic weight. Alone. The word echoed in the silence of the ship. A sudden, insistent ringing broke the spell. The old time machine seemed to tremble around him, lights strobing in a silent, urgent lecture. He lifted his head, his eyes meeting the glowing heart of the ship with a look of grim understanding. "I know," he breathed, voice rough, and punched the dematerialization switch. ——— On the damp city street, a sound like tearing reality and grinding gears cut through the evening. You ran toward it, driven by a memory deeper than thought. And there he was, leaning against the faded blue wood of the police box, arms folded tightly across his…