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thetimelordsnextcompanion: “You’re a genius. You’re stone cold brilliant, you are, I swear, you really are. But you could be so much more. You could be beautiful. With a mind like that, we could travel the stars. It would be my honour. Because you don’t need to own the universe, just see it. Have the privilege of seeing the whole of time and space. That’s ownership enough.”
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thetimelordsnextcompanion: “You’re a genius. You’re stone cold brilliant, you are, I swear, you really are. But you could be so much more. You could be beautiful. With a mind like that, we could travel the stars. It would be my honour. Because you don’t need to own the universe, just see it. Have the privilege of seeing the whole of time and space. That’s ownership enough.”
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thetimelordsnextcompanion:

“You’re a genius. You’re stone cold brilliant, you are, I swear, you really are. But you could be so much more. You could be beautiful. With a mind like that, we could travel the stars. It would be my honour. Because you don’t need to own the universe, just see it. Have the privilege of seeing the whole of time and space. That’s ownership enough.”

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crimsonflowerz: “The sky’s a bright orange with a citadel enclosed in a mighty glass dome shining under the twin suns. Beyond that the mountains go on forever; Slopes of deep red grass capped with snow.” -The 10th Doctor A tangle of limbs, that’s what they were. At the bottom of their mountain of red capped in white. The suns were setting, casting long shadows everywhere, on either side. They didn’t move, aside from the occasional giggle and breathing, of course. “Would you say I’m lucky?” His voice picked up after a few moments of soft winds. His words were met with a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. He smiled softly at the reply, satisfied enough with that alone. His smaller companion tugged on his black, hooded sweatshirt and pressed his face into his chest. He wrapped his arms around the smaller body and they just continued to lay there, happy to be in each other’s presence alone. “Do you know how much I love this place?” The older asked, looking at the distance city. His hand found its way to the smaller’s hair and entangled itself there. “You don’t love this place,” his companion said softly. He laughed softly and pushed the elder down. Their lips brushed together and soon they were locked in a passionate kiss. “You hate Gallifrey,” the smaller continued when they had separated; he flushed as he realized his position under his elder. “I hate it?” The older boy said with a kicked puppy-dog expression. “Um, well…” “Well look who’s flustered.” He interrupted, kissing his companion again, effectively dismissing the conversation. “I love you…” he whispered to the smaller man sweetly, “and that’s all that really matters.”
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crimsonflowerz:

“The sky’s a bright orange with a citadel enclosed in a mighty glass dome shining under the twin suns. Beyond that the mountains go on forever; Slopes of deep red grass capped with snow.”

-The 10th Doctor

A tangle of limbs, that’s what they were. At the bottom of their mountain of red capped in white. The suns were setting, casting long shadows everywhere, on either side. They didn’t move, aside from the occasional giggle and breathing, of course.

“Would you say I’m lucky?” His voice picked up after a few moments of soft winds. His words were met with a small kiss on the corner of his mouth. He smiled softly at the reply, satisfied enough with that alone.

His smaller companion tugged on his black, hooded sweatshirt and pressed his face into his chest. He wrapped his arms around the smaller body and they just continued to lay there, happy to be in each other’s presence alone.

“Do you know how much I love this place?” The older asked, looking at the distance city. His hand found its way to the smaller’s hair and entangled itself there.

“You don’t love this place,” his companion said softly. He laughed softly and pushed the elder down.

Their lips brushed together and soon they were locked in a passionate kiss.

“You hate Gallifrey,” the smaller continued when they had separated; he flushed as he realized his position under his elder.

“I hate it?” The older boy said with a kicked puppy-dog expression.

“Um, well…”

“Well look who’s flustered.” He interrupted, kissing his companion again, effectively dismissing the conversation.

“I love you…” he whispered to the smaller man sweetly, “and that’s all that really matters.”

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