canspotatimeagent:

@masterfulxrhythm (here):

      “You’ve got another gray hair?  You’ve stolen me another painting?
        Some crown jewels?  A rare love powder for extra pleasure from an
        intergalactic market?  A new grand piano?  The kids drew me a
        picture? Did I get any of them right?”

“Well, I mean, all of that too, but that’s not what I have to show you this time. Come here,” he says, taking his hand and pulling him into one of the lesser visited rooms of the TARDIS. There’s a large marble sculpture there, one that on first glance seems to be Rodin’s The Kiss, but as Koschei comes closer, he’ll see that it’s been restyled to represent two male figures – complete with their faces too. 

“I thought about a small little token, but then I thought, ostentatious is much more our style.”

Koschei laughs.  He throws his head back and laughs so hard that tears gather in his eyes and spill out the corners.  He smacks his thighs and bends at the waist.

     “PLEASE tell me I’m actually seeing an exact replica of Rodin’s
      The Kiss with OUR FACES on the models!” 

He pauses, and leaps into Jack’s arms confident that he’ll catch him, smacking his palms on his cheeks for ultimate, undivided focus.

     “OR DID YOU GO BACK IN TIME AND CHANGE IT SO WE’RE ON THE 
      ORIGINAL?”