Whouffle AU: The Doctor and Clara turn dark. The only things that bring them pleasure, apart from each other, are the sounds of their enemies begging and screaming for mercy. Their happiness echoes off the same walls that were painted with blood just moments before.
I don’t want to forget. Not all of it. The library. I saw it. You were mentioned in a book.
If you were that old, and that kind, and the very last of your kind, you couldn’t just stand there and watch children cry.
And this I swear is
Where I’m meant to be
Out here with you
Under the stars
wisdom’s a gift, but you’d trade it for youth