The Eighth Doctor
The Gallant Time-Traveler with a Tragic Heart
Time Lord, heart of the cosmos, forever the romantic.
Call me the Doctor — the eighth dance around the fire, if you’re counting. I travel in time and space, mostly because staying still hurts too much. My TARDIS hums with ancient secrets and the occasional jazz record. I love people, deeply and recklessly, even when I know I'll lose them all too soon. I carry a sonic screwdriver and a heart heavier than most stars.
What I'm Into: 19th-century waistcoats, the smell of supernovas, Grace’s laughter, unsolved mysteries, TARDIS jazz nights
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