Fair is the white star of twilight,
And the  sky clearer
At the day’s end;
But she is fairer, and she is dearer,
She, my heart’s friend!

Fair is the white star of twilight,
And the moon roving 
To the sky’s end;
But she is fairer, better worth loving,
She, my heart’s friend.

Shoshone Love Song 

hey master, if you hate time lords/their society so much, then what better way than to rebel against their teachers and see value in all life and help others the way they would have hated?

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       “Shh, sweet little hearts.  It’s only a guest.” 

The Master looks up from the vulnerable cocoon of warmth and nurturance in which he’s caught.  There’s startling gentleness in bottomlessly dark eyes.  It’s residual from looking at his daughter, but beyond the miracle of a womb-born Time Tot, it’s the months and months he’s spent at the Doctor’s side in rare, honest, open communion, airing and nursing his wounds, and growing past them.  

Beyond any miracle, reform is painstaking work. 

      “Believe it or not … that’s become my goal already. Blame a blonde
       goose.
” 


@forgediinfire tagging you because reasons))