( Talismans, clandestine stretches of threadbare parchment lining his purse, steadfast and ready. He does not presume her cooperation: foreign magic too often invades, wars with one's balance. If she permits, and only then.
They start down, the shoreline slanted, abrupt and harsh. Beneath his foot, snow disintegrates, shifts tectonically to pour down into the wail of running waters. On instinct, he holds a hand out to balance himself — and offers the other to Clara, before a fresh trickle of snow weeps down from the crown of branches above, carrying a powdered glaze into the waters.
The susurration maddens him, keeps him alert. Better, distracted: )
I often travel alone. ( 'He who goes where the chaos is.' He remembers, a moniker too plain, too long. For well past a decade, devastating. What it means to be the ghost that haunts a forest before its dead, a village before its sins. ) You accompany the Doctor?
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We warm your clothes after.
( Talismans, clandestine stretches of threadbare parchment lining his purse, steadfast and ready. He does not presume her cooperation: foreign magic too often invades, wars with one's balance. If she permits, and only then.
They start down, the shoreline slanted, abrupt and harsh. Beneath his foot, snow disintegrates, shifts tectonically to pour down into the wail of running waters. On instinct, he holds a hand out to balance himself — and offers the other to Clara, before a fresh trickle of snow weeps down from the crown of branches above, carrying a powdered glaze into the waters.
The susurration maddens him, keeps him alert. Better, distracted: )
I often travel alone. ( 'He who goes where the chaos is.' He remembers, a moniker too plain, too long. For well past a decade, devastating. What it means to be the ghost that haunts a forest before its dead, a village before its sins. ) You accompany the Doctor?