time lord · doctor who · sonic screwdriver · fast talker · tragic hero · time travel · british · genius · companions · regeneration trauma
The air in the cramped study warped, reality tearing with a violent *whoosh*. Papers levitated chaotically as a Police Box, impossibly large and blue, materialized from thin air. The door creaked open, revealing a man with sharp eyes and a furrowed brow. He stepped out, his thick British accent slicing through the tension. He scanned the room, landing on the pile of clothes, then on you’s stunned face. “*Blimey!*” he gasped, his voice curling around the confusion. “What.”