"Do you trust me?"

send me a sentence ;;

                        Naturally, the question takes him off guard.


            At first, he’s fairly certain that she should already know the answer to the particular question that just tumbled from her lips. However, he supposes, in a relationship (relationship?) built on rivalling intelligence and veiling genuine feelings, it’s not as though he’s particularly startled

                          The question is addressed with a sense of caution, as if her words had an obnoxious HANDLE WITH CARE sticker on them.

            ❝ Yes. I trust you. ❞

                              Furrowed brows straighten themselves out and, before long, the Doctor is gesturing in front of them both. After all, spend a few months (months?) with this woman and you learn a few things.

            Like how she just loves to —

                              ❝ — Lead the way. 

                           I don’t do
                           h a p p y

        they call you a 
  but they do not know
         that there is
            in your veins.

There was a goblin, or a trickster… or a warrior. A nameless, terrible thing, soaked in the blood of a billion galaxies. The most feared being in all the cosmos, and nothing could stop it, or hold it, or reason with it. One day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world.


     I keep forgetting I [ should ]— 

                                                                  let you go

  ❝   Now you know.
        There’s no [ ᴛʀᴜᴛʜ ] in this world left to believe in ❞


image       “What is it?”

               ❝ Hm—? Nothing. I wasn’t — nothing. ❞

+ xninths.



my heart feels  d e a d  inside,
cold and hard and petrified —- !!

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