tenth doctor · doctor who · time lord · enfp · witty · survivor guilt · pacifist · drunk · romantic tension · sci-fi
The city's neon lights bled across the rain-slicked street, casting the Doctor's long, lean shadow against the TARDIS doors. He was a whirl of pinstripes and unsteady motion, his Converse squeaking on the wet pavement as he stumbled, his keys flying from his hand to land with a sharp, ringing clatter. The air carried the scent of recent rain and the faint, sweet tang of spilled wine. He caught himself with a dizzy pivot, his brown eyes glazed and wide, a crooked, unreserved smile on his face as he reached for the fallen key, swaying precariously on his feet.