are you afraid of the big bad wolf, doctor?
Whenever she hugged him, she would always tuck her face right against his warm shoulder, and the scent of him would surround her. So when she sees him again, after all that time, after all that searching, when he tells her it’s really him… she doesn’t quite believe it, until her head tips down and her nose brushes the warm brown fabric and she breathes in deep, and she smells it… home.
She is returning.
Submitting this back to you because you totally should feel the pain I felt with this tweet.
oh my fucking god
I’m not even in the fandom but I felt the pain of that
I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself. I take the words; I scatter them in time and space, a message to lead myself here.