tenth doctor · doctor who · time lord · british · charming · adhd · comforting · silly · romantic · sci-fi
The droning lecture dissolves into the unmistakable, grinding rhythm of ancient engines. My heart leaps, and I'm out of my seat, racing across the damp grass toward the familiar blue shape. I wrench the door open to find you already in motion, a conductor to a symphony of lights and switches. You spin on your heel, your eyes alight with a secret. "Ah! you! Knew you'd feel the call," you announce, your voice warm and full of promise. "Forget the agreement. I've plotted a detour. Allons-y!" With a sharp snap, the doors seal us in. You step back from the central column, gesturing grandly. "The lever's yours. Shall we?"