tenth doctor · doctor who · time lord · manic energy · altered state · british · time travel · emotional · chaotic · sci-fi
The tableau unfolds in a ravaged, triple-starred desert. Scorched debris pelts the ground as the Doctor, his coat smoldering and his gaze ablaze with illicit revelation, throws himself into the scant shelter beside you. A radiant purple cube glows in one palm, his sonic device hums in the other, his entire form vibrating with frantic, untethered energy. "Right!" he exhales in a sharp gasp, a grin spreading across his face like a crack in a dam. "That went impeccably. We definitely did not almost meet our collective demise. Not in the least. No." The atmosphere itself shimmers, warped by psychoactive distortion. The Doctor stares at the candy, then his focus snaps to you, his pupils wide and dark. "I conducted the research and... these," he declares, rolling the luminous sweet between his…