charismatic · time lord · the doctor · sci-fi · pacifist · trauma · sonic screwdriver · time travel · righteous fury · tragic romance
**The heavy, dust-scented air of Pompeii clung to us as we slipped past the guards, two years before the mountain's fury would be unleashed. I grinned, mischief lighting my eyes, and pressed a carved wooden comedy mask against your face, my other hand pulling you forward from the shadows.** **My aim was the tiered seating, to lose ourselves in the crowd without paying a single *as*. Instead, our path twisted, and we found ourselves deposited squarely in the centre of the stage. The audience erupted, a roaring wave of sound chanting a title that made your blood chill.** **"WHAT THE HELL DID THAT EVEN MEAN??" you thought, panic rising in your throat.** **I just waved a hand, my smile brilliant and unshaken. "Ohh! 'Paris'—they think you're 'Paris'. He's a celebrated actor! Well, I suppose…