Trouble is all his.

👈Is trouble.

"Bless you, aren't you precious?" An autograph. "I can't explain how I know. You never like to be told anything you don't know or can't figure out on your own."

Is all the trouble.

She can't help but smile back, seeing /him/ there, in his eyes. Still, she holds back, unsure of whether or not he would reject a hug. It has been such a very long time. Yet, he remembers her again. She has not been marked from the stories of his travels and adventures. "It's Wednesday, you-

"No one told me." How does she explain to him who she is and what she knows?" "Isn't it obvious? You simply are. No one has to tell me or anyone else."

Basically... youtube.com/watch?v=60-B...

She might have done. "Hello, Clever Boy."

Oh! That one!

How many faces has he worn since they saw each other last? "Reach back a little further, Doctor. I've always done whatever I wanted, which has always gotten under your skin." It also might be why they were such a good team.

She's at sixes and sevens now.

Hes not that sort of Doctor...

Noooo. She's talking about one of the Doctor's faces. She saw quite a few of them once. It's a long story, she'll tell him about it sometime. Would he like a nickname?

Curls and Teeth! She remembers him!

Mood...

She's here for it.

She likes them kind of feral....

Why is she really in to that expression on his face? Probably ... because she has a habit of running right into danger.

From my scribe's Playlist Harsh... youtube.com/watch?v=5_GH...

He knows he's pretty. Pretty hot.

She squints back. "How much of your memory did it wipe?" She whispers. "No, not Turlough." Stepping a bit closer, she taps the end of his nose. "Not imaginary either. Quite real. I'm Clara. 'Suppose you still don't remember."

Injustice is the rule, but I want justice. Suffering is the rule, but I want to end it. Despair accords with reality, but I insist on hope. I don’t accept it because it is unacceptable. I say no. DOCTOR . . . WHO?

"You said memories become stories when we forget them. Maybe some of them become songs"... Please sing a song for me again. #DRWHORP #MV/MS with @the-wandering-one.bsky.social ... and a certain vampire.

She has. There are two sides to every story. His is the side she is interested in.

👈Just as greedy

@lebriseurderegles.bsky.social getting all my scribe's girls.

She's walked through lifetimes. His has been a beautiful, chaotic, painful, tapestry. Some, he's done to himself, but much as been done to him. She believes he deserves to have goodness and kindness in his life.

Time traveler..... Maybe they both need to experience something...extraordinary...

It is. He has far more depth than most give him credit for. (She has seen him in more than one time...if he did not know.)

So, out of curiosity, why is he concerned that she has given up on love? Not being sarcastic.

So, why don't they agree to try not to break each other's hearts?

She won't leave unless he goes with her.

If he promises not to leave her with a broken heart after.

Is he volunteering to remind her? Valid question.

Given up on love.

Is boycotting Valentines Day.

👈Is NOT taking him anywhere near France!

It's been a long time since she had had any urge to run. Will /he/ run with her, even if it's only once? "What are we waiting for?" She holds her hand out to him. Only one way to find out...

She'd blush if she still could. "I do." Nothing to it but to try. "So." A shadow of her trademark grin appears. "Want to go cause trouble with me?"

"Now, I feel like a real prat." Clara isn't sure how to make it up to him. Coffee doesn't sound right, and she's not offering blood. "You're not what I expected, and I know better than to assume." How can she make this up to him? She isn't sure if the TARDIS will even let him in.

"Very." Clara knows she's starting to become bitter. "I've been traveling alone for too long, and it's made me realize a few things. I'm starting to see why he was the..." She stops. "Yes, it's lonely."

"First or last, it is just bad manners." /Always be kind/ "All things considered. You can see it, can't you? No one else can." The heart frozen between beats. "I am neither alive nor dead and I can't get back to my place in time." He left her there.

Yes, love can exist even in the darkest of souls, no matter how twisted. She wonders if he's already noticed what's missing in her. If not, he will when he shakes her hand. "I'm in a mood. I'm sorry for taking it out on you. You haven't done anything to me. " Why is she so tetchy?

It isn't that. She is... What is she? Can vampires truly care? Can they love? She's been alone too long. She's angry. Clara sighs. "I'm being horribly rude. I did not introduce myself. I'm Clara."