¢αυѕє ι ωαииα тσυ¢h уσυ, вαву αи∂ ι ωαииα fєєℓ уσυ, тσσ ι ωαииα ѕєє тhє ѕυияιѕє αи∂ уσυя ѕιиѕ ʝυѕт мє αи∂ уσυ ℓιghт ιт υρ, σи тhє яυи ℓєт'ѕ мαкє ℓσνє, тσиιghт мαкє ιт υρ, fαℓℓ ιи ℓσνє, тяу The Doctor

The lights in the TARDIS are dim as night time mode is activated. A eerie atmosphere floods through the corridors of the doctors ship. A feeling that screams out that something is different in the atmosphere. it’s her, the mistress standing alone in the console room barely —

—visible as Lord Dorian Smith [THE DOCTOR RP/FAKE} enters the console room. A hundred years had passed since they had last seen each other. He had thought her dead and she had assumed he had regenerated and gone on with his new regenerated life. But he hadn’t, there he was. The face she had grown —

—to love over the 70 years she had spent with Lord Dorian Smith [THE DOCTOR RP/FAKE} in the vault. She can’t help but let out a little gasp of anticipation as their eyes finally meet. Her lips tremble a little unsure of what to say to her oldest friend and the man she loved

As missy sat at her piano in the vault playing a jolly tune, she hears the vault doors being unlocked and hopes that this time it would be @Idiotwith_a_box that had come to visit her. She doesn’t turn around knowing she wouldn’t be able to hide her disappointment if it wasn’t him

sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ sᴏ ᴜɴᴜsᴜᴀʟ ɪɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴇʏᴇs ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪ'ᴍ ʜᴏᴍᴇ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴛᴇᴀʀ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ғᴇᴀʀ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄʜᴀɴɢɪɴɢ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ɪ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀs ғᴏʀ ᴀ ᴛʜᴏᴜsᴀɴᴅ ʟɪᴠᴇs The Doctor