If there's one thing my Thief will always be conscious of, it will be how he smells. Right now, it's peppermint. He doesn't know how, not really. He doesn't even really like peppermint, well, not in this regeneration. But he doesn't mind it.
Growing up, his best friend had always smelled like peppermint. Maybe because of his habit of carrying mints in his pocket, or because he just did, Thief never really cared. Later in life, after Thief and his dear friend married, Thief's husband always smelled like peppermint and old paper. An odd combination, but a good one.
After Thief's husband left, no, not like….oh, what's it called, divorce? Yes, divorce. Not like divorce, more like….running. Yes, running. From the Time War. After he left, Thief's husband smelled like cigars and old paper. Thief still cringes at the thought.
That changed to just old paper, and catnip. All that did was make Thief embarrassed to know his dear husband could stoop so low as to visit The Cheetah World.
When he stole that body, he smelled like that really fancy cologne. The cologne Thief figured out he loved on that long night. Oh, how he loved that cologne.
But it doesn't matter. After Thief's husband stole me, and hurt me, and turned me into some...monster, he smelled like wine and that cologne. Not that Thief cared, he was too busy grieving for the girl who walked the earth, and the con man. I always thought Thief should pay more attention to the con man, they would make a perfect couple.
Before Thief regenerated, his husband smelled like peppermint. How, Thief will never know. After all, his husband was stuck in a complete….dump. Really, he was.
Perhaps that's why he's so fond of the smell. Perhaps it reminds Thief of home, of his dear Master, his dear Koschei. I don't blame him. His TARDIS, my sister, was rather nice.