𝑶𝑯, 𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹. . . retweeted
i hate you like bloody knuckles and i hate you like an axe hanging over my head and i hate you like you're still my friend and i'm glad your dad never knew the person he raised. and when you finally listen, i still won't come back. don't try to find me.
𝑶𝑯, 𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹. . . retweeted
even if it were the last time for something like this, at least he could hold onto this moment. the book was going to the shelf in his room and it would be a nice way to brush back up on his written gallifreyan while the TCE? that was staying on his person.
he's pleased with himself on both ends. both gifts, with very personal touches behind them.
likely the last time it would care to do this, but at least, it goes out with a softer touch.
𝑶𝑯, 𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹. . . retweeted
[And she looks at him. The ache of centuries past, when they were other people. Childhood friends.]
the item on top was far more sentimental than one would expect from him. that being a gallifreyan children's book.
— blatantly one of val's belongings from before everything went wrong. or perhaps that of his sister? and below would be a +
and really — why would he forget? after all, it does value family quite a bit. despite there not being much to show for it these last few centuries . . .
anyway. open it up, c'mon.















