It's the grime of over a hundred years of death and malpractice. The feeling of no hope or discovering your life were to be about gone. Those few fleeting seconds left before the soul is riped from the body...it's what the Doctor thrives on.
Leaning close to Doc's ear the ancient man with the brown rotting teeth seems to purr to him. "Ve are already there." He raises his hand, running bloody fingers back through Josiah's hair causing the golden strands to stick together. "Such pretty hair," the old man croons. "I almost hate to cut it all off."
Paul sorted from where he rested against the desk. "Tick, tock, tick, tock, another looney for the Doc."
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Taste it.
Feel it.
It's the grime of over a hundred years of death and malpractice. The feeling of no hope or discovering your life were to be about gone. Those few fleeting seconds left before the soul is riped from the body...it's what the Doctor thrives on.
Leaning close to Doc's ear the ancient man with the brown rotting teeth seems to purr to him. "Ve are already there." He raises his hand, running bloody fingers back through Josiah's hair causing the golden strands to stick together. "Such pretty hair," the old man croons. "I almost hate to cut it all off."
Paul sorted from where he rested against the desk. "Tick, tock, tick, tock, another looney for the Doc."