⤷ doctor who

𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 the doctor asking Clara to describe you, the love of her life

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"So, tell me what this (y/n) of yours is like." He says as he fiddles with the contraptions on the console of the TARDIS. At first, Clara doesn't know what to say. You're everything to her, and she smiles softly as she thinks about you.

"Well, they're everything I ever wanted. They're supportive, they care about me, they're smart, they're kind, they're understanding, and they're beautiful. At least to me, even though sometimes they insist they aren't." The doctor looked up pensively in response.

"You love them." He states, as a fact, not a question.

"Yes." She looks up, and smiles softly. "They're mine, and I'm theirs, I suppose." The doctor smiles at the console.

"I'd like to meet them sometime, they sound clever."

"Maybe next time we can bring them along? I'm sure they'd love to meet you too." Clara lets her eyes flutter closed softly, picturing you in her head.