008 | ❝i'll never let go, never say goodbye❞
[ in a little kitchen, the Doctor sits by himself, with sunlight streaming in from the windows. it's a very unusual attire for him to wear, a simple white t-shirt and some slacks. in fact, what's most odd about it might be the impossibly long, multicolored scarf that's wrapped in layers around his neck, obscuring his chin, mouth and nose. his eyes are closed, hands around a cup of steaming tea, fringe in his eyes.
what's odd, for the people that've interacted with him in both the event and before the event, is that he seems, for the most part, blank, and that's odd, for a man who processes things at a billion miles per minute. when he does speak, it's slow, as if he's testing the words out. ]
Much more potent than a Chameleon Arch.
what's odd, for the people that've interacted with him in both the event and before the event, is that he seems, for the most part, blank, and that's odd, for a man who processes things at a billion miles per minute. when he does speak, it's slow, as if he's testing the words out. ]
Much more potent than a Chameleon Arch.