The swings are somewhat creaky. The Doctor scrunches his face up at the metal hinges overhead. Maybe I should—he rummages through his pockets and raises the sonic screwdriver up at it, but a snap of the fingers beat him to it. It begins at the rusty spot on the metal, melting away, and then like a sudden sweep of a nuclear fallout, the swings are brand new again.
“We’ve both existed for a very long time, you know.” The Doctor chirps as he slips the screwdriver back into his pockets.
Castiel presses his lips together, brow furrowed, eyes following the languid movement of mothers and fathers and daughters and sons.
“I am aware.”
—☁Sit down, tired men, sit down. Both so intertwined with a small world of grass green and mud brown. You both have the stars and universe at your back seats, yet you choose broken humans of broken defeat. So grip at your hands, bow your heads, close your eyes. For angels and time lords live, but people—they die.
“I’m not running away. But this is one corner of one country on one continent on one planet that’s a corner of a galaxy that’s a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and growing and never remaining the same for a single millisecond, and there is so much—so much to see, Amy. Because it goes so fast. I’m not running away from things, I am running to them. I’m running to you, and Rory, before you fade from me.”
The crack in your wall, does it scare you?
The Doctor. That’s all he is. Just The Doctor.
But he does anything but help people.
“River Song didn’t get it all from you, sweetie.”
Favorite Television Characters (in no particular order) » Rory Williams“There’s a man who’s never going to let us down, and not even an army can get in the way. He’s the last of his kind. He looks young, but he’s lived for hundreds and hundreds of years. And wherever they take you, Melody, however scared you are, I promise you, you will never be alone, because this man is your father. He has a name, but the people of our world know him better as The Last Centurion.”