MAY THE SAINTS OF ALL THE STARS AND CONSTELLATIONS BRING YOU HOPE AS THEY GUIDE YOU OUT OF THE DARK AND INTO THE LIGHT, ON THIS VOYAGE AND THE NEXT, AND ALL THE JOURNEYS STILL TO COME. FOR NOW AND FOREVER MORE.
She cant help giggle at his adorable reaction, her eyes lighting up in amusement, before she stands on her tip-toes and kisses his nose.
“Are you always this adorable or am i the only creature in existence who has the pleasure to witness this?” she asked him happily.
“I’ll staunchly deny that I’m ‘adorable,’” and he makes obnoxious air quotes, “in any shape or form, to anyBODY.”
She just continues to grin. “So just me then, thats good to know.”
“Ill tell you a secret, You,” She pokes his nose gently, again; “will always be the only one to know my true self.”
Wether thats a good or bad thing, not even she knows, but The Master… no, Koschei, will always be the ONLY creature in existence, who knows the little boy, the REALTheta Sigma under the name that is ‘The Doctor’.
“ … . is that right. And where did that come from, my darling and star?”
“Just wanted you to know that its the truth, thats all.” she shrugs easily with a smile. “You sometimes seem so sad, that i always want to hug you tightly and chase away all the nasty black thoughts that swirl around in your head… so perhaps you knowing this, might help you and ill happily keep reminding you if it helps.”
Oh he heard it, had the Master been a weaker telepath, he might have thought it was just him thinking it, but he was not.
So as he kissed her back, just as passionately, he proceeded to send her the same message back, stroking – caressing her mind with his.
“Love you as well Love.” he repeated out loud, pressing his forehead against hers.
Feeling his presence in her mind confirmed that he had heard her. Not only had he heard her, but returned the sentiment. That thought made her want to smile.
It was hard to part lips, she didn’t want to stop. However, she did stop, if only make contact as she relaxed against him. “I have and always will you love, my Master.” There was a hint of possessiveness in the way she spoke. Because he was her Koschei.
He felt himself almost melt from the confession and he smiled, wrapping his arms around her. He ran his fingers through her hair and nuzzled the crown of her head.
“So… i was thinking… that pact that we made when we were kids… what do you think… should we finally get around to it?”
drapetxmaniia - The Urge to run away 