“Okay, so, We’re bloody tied up, My gun is across the room, the Room is locked up tighter then the queens bloody castle and YOUare our only hope of getting out of here… Have i missed anything?”
“Oh ye of little faith,” Jack said, looking positively insulted. “I’ve gotten out of much tighter spots with far crankier idiots. Now just hold still, I gotta feel what kind of knot they used.”
“Oh, of course you have.” The Londoner snarked, but stayed as still as he could.
“Just find it a little faster, will ya, I think they tied it too tight, my hands have gone numb.”
“Stop it… Those eyes… stop giving me those eyes… Have you been talking to Clara?”
Kira pouts at him. “Well; she does have you wrapped around her finger.” Kira did get some pointers from her ‘step granddaughter’. Speaking of which; she is looking after her cousins.
But acting normal; she asks “Can we please talk?” They had a fight, a misunderstanding and he just assumed the worst without giving her time to explain.
“About what? What could there be left to talk about?”
He asked, turning away, so that he didn’t have to crumble under the weight of those sad eyes.
“And the silent treatment is any better?” He is acting like she had an affair behind his back.
Punching the Portuguese ambassador in the Tudor court didn’t help anyone. So of course Clara and Kira got the kids and the Doctor out of there before it got any more worse.
“It’s not a silent treatment if I’m still listening, I turned away so that I don’t get tricked into anything.”
He watches him, eyes shining with fondness. He loved it when Koschei laughed, As rare as that was, it always made him feel lighter when it was him who managed to get him to laugh a genuine laugh…
Or at least he hoped this was a genuine one.
“…Oh…” He breaths out and then bit his lip. “Is.. Is that a good or a bad thing-…?”
The self-deprecating voice in his head scolded him and he winced slightly.
“I- I mean, It doesn’t happen too often does it? Causes i know what it can do to you… from- from experience…”
“…Sorry…” He finally apologised, as that was literally all he could really do. Feeling the guilt at once again hurting his friend.
“Oh, my love. Hah … what have I done to you?”
The Master tilts his head down and to the side, on his long slender neck, a gesture bothinnocuous and predatory, a dichotomy that’s truly apropos to the relationship being entertained.
“It seems I have victory at last, a victory that began well before I chose to die in your arms and leave you. My revenge for being abandoned by the other half of me, huh? And you believe it now, right? You really think I could wholesale reject you, and mean it.”
He laughs mirthlessly and flings himself into a seat beside the Doctor, and he fiercely massages his temples.
“Crikey, it’s so … unfair, hehHAH, I finally got what I wanted only to find I don’t want it at all. I don’t want you to sit there mumbling at me sadly, being so timid and guilty. I don’t WANT it! I still want your happiness, and I still bloody want to impress you.”
He flings his arms out from his sides.
“So chin up, idiot.”
His lips twitched into a sad, yet genuine smile and he did believe that, there was a constant thought that if he did something, that one day he would cross that line and loose his love forever.
“What a pair we make.” He said softly, leaning slightly against him.
“I want you Happy as well Koschei. And you do impress me. Heh, so much. You’ve managed to do things I doubt I could ever be able too…. but most of all, you make me happy, I don’t think I’ve ever been this happy when I’m not with you.”
The Master Blinked at him, raising a brow. “Your what? Ding? Really? Come on, what does it really do?” This amused him greatly.
“Then perhaps you should have kept it in your workshop instead of the storage… Because if you haven’t noticed, I’ve been fixing all your random stuff when I get bored…you’re welcome.”
“Fixing? You mean taking them apart and making them into something else? I was quite happy with them as they were, you know?” The Doctor raised an eyebrow at the Master.
He wasn’t about to tell him what it was that his little machine that went ding did, however.
“Just stop going through my things, alright?” There was almost a bit of a huff in his voice.
“Aw boo hoo, big meanie Oakdown Is breaking little Thetas Toys.” Koschei smirked.
“You promised me my own workshop, provide me with my own tinkering space, show me the stuff you really don’t need and I’ll stop touching your stuff when I’m bored.”
//I loved the scream of he shalla and that master is now one that I will willingly rp on this blog :3
//PSA: FYI: these days, I can’t RP from my mobile as the app crashes. I even tried to reinstall it and it still doesn’t let me RP long threads.
So I tend to lurk on mobile and RP when I can on my computer.
@clara-oddwald – (continued from ask) – 11th Doctor/flirting
“Thens what were you doing?” He asked raising a brow.
“I mean it’s completely understandable if you were… I am rather dashing.” He grins and straightened his bow tie.
“Course it can, TimeLords still have illnesses. Some that are deadly to them and don’t do a thing to humans.” He told her.
“But don’t worry about me, it’s just a sniffle, I’m sure I’ll be right as rain tomorrow… a 12 hour bug.” He smiled nervously.
“Oh, thanks for introducing me with deadly illnesses first.” Clara comments sarcastically, leaning off the console and crossing her arms.
She licked her lips quickly, looking back and forth. “Do you need.. Some chicken soup or something?” The short woman clearly did not know how to treat sick people, less TimeLords.
“Clara Clara Clara… you’ll be fine, it doesn’t effect humans…. and no… I’m okay, promise. It’s a very mind bug.”
“Weren’t you shufflin’ away a moment ago, saying it was infectious?” Clara accuses, squinting her eyes at him slightly.
“I- I said it might be infectious… the scan just came back saying that it will only effect TimeLords…”
“Scan?” Clara squinted, leaning one leg once again. “Or is the great big scary TimeLord embarrassed about being complimented?”
Damn, she was on to him… that or she didn’t believe him from the start… she was good at seeing through him…
“I- i- um… noooo~…?”
And ran out the room, towards his study/workshop… quite possibly blushing.
“Doctor! You can’t run away from your problems!” Clara said in surprise, moving to chase after him like two children playing tag.
“Or, okay maybe you can, but not when i’m one of them!”
“Yes I can!” He spits as he runs into the room.
He closed the door and lent against it, hoping the TARDIS would be on his side in this situation.
drapetxmaniia - The Urge to run away 