(nourish) – for Koschei to provide the Doctor and him with Fries 🍟 and lemonade

ohbrillixnt:

yourbestfriendkoschei‌:

ohbrillixnt:

{x} – Accepting!

“Oh Koschei you shouldn’t have!” But the Doctor was never one to refuse offered food and drinks. So she gladly took them, “What brought this on, eh?”

Koschei squints.
“Its not actually proper food tho, is it… more like fast food.” He scrunches up his nose. “And its fine, don’t mention it.” he waves off her compliment, trying to not blush.

“Is fast food not proper food?” She was genuinely confused at the statement as she paused her eating, “Aw, have I almost made you blush, Koschei?” She chuckled.

He made a face.
“Its all fatty… covered in oil…”
It rather reminded him of that christmas day when he was ‘dying’.

“Hush you. Minx. I dont blush….”

ohbrillixnt:

yourbestfriendkoschei‌:

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?”

(nourish) – for Koschei to provide the Doctor and him with Fries 🍟 and lemonade

ohbrillixnt:

yourbestfriendkoschei‌:

ohbrillixnt:

{x} – Accepting!

“Oh Koschei you shouldn’t have!” But the Doctor was never one to refuse offered food and drinks. So she gladly took them, “What brought this on, eh?”

He shrugs.
“Im hungry, and they had a two for one offer so i got you a lemonade and chips… eat up.”

The Doctor smiled at him, gladly taking a few bites of the food, which was very good for something so simple.

“It’s been so long since I had proper food, so thank you!” She beamed, “You can be such a sweety at times, you know that?”

Koschei squints.
“Its not actually proper food tho, is it… more like fast food.” He scrunches up his nose. “And its fine, don’t mention it.” he waves off her compliment, trying to not blush.

(nourish) – for Koschei to provide the Doctor and him with Fries 🍟 and lemonade

ohbrillixnt:

{x} – Accepting!

“Oh Koschei you shouldn’t have!” But the Doctor was never one to refuse offered food and drinks. So she gladly took them, “What brought this on, eh?”

He shrugs.
“Im hungry, and they had a two for one offer so i got you a lemonade and chips… eat up.”

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yourbestfriendkoschei:

hopefulxresult:

His eyes squint, ever so slightly, having been wanting to keep that hidden.
He had been and then he fixed himself up, as best as he could.

He had managed to stop the bleeding and wrapped a bandage around himself, which was probably the only thing he managed to get done properly.

Sadly, he was still healing.
He was positive it was going to scar.

He licked his lips.
“Maybe… but Im Alive… I mean, I got out the ship.”
Yes. Of course he was, Missy was trying to get him to regenerate.
Did Theta even know about that little bit? Was he going to have to tell her about what he had done in retaliation?

“Oh NO ya don’t. No. You. DON’T. If I didn’t get to quit, neither do you, an’ I’ll thank ya to be forthright, for once. ”

Keep moving. Keep talking. Stay perpetually kinetic. The pain never catches up that way. The realization that this is the person you crafted from your own follies and flaws. The knowledge that anyone he has ever butchered, anything he has ever ruined or burned or cut or poisoned, connects back to your cowardice, and your fickleness.

Don’t let him know that seeing him makes you think immediately of all the reasons why you are often a little too happy in this “fresh, new, start-again” face.

Don’t bury him further beneath your feet.

The Doctor seizes onto the Master and roughly examines him. She tears his coat clear off him. She hisses at the sight of his back wound. Strips off her brand new coat, and drapes it across his shoulders.

“You’re coomin’ with me. No vaults. No conditions. But you don’t get t’say no. Not until I’ve patched you oop. Master, I love ya.”

The last bit flies straight out quaking lips. The Doctor bites down hard. She shows love in a thousand and one ways but rarely does she feel comfortable articulating it in such a mundane, unadorned way.

But maybe that’s exactly what he needs.

  “You’ll believe it in time, coom on. In ya go.”

He grimaces at her calling out,
not that he WAS quitting,
just not wanting to be a bother.

Koschei sucked in a breath as Theta pulls his coat off,
The wound stretching at the rough movement, making it flair in pain.
He Grits his teeth, trying to keep himself from making a sound.

The Words distract him and he’s practically gaping at her.
LOVE? Oh that was something that he had wanted to hear for a VERY long time. And Gosh that really was what he needed.

Because it was an EXCUSE.
An excuse to CONTINUE, to carry on forwards.
As long as he knew that she loved HIM…
He would continue onwards for her.

And perhaps she was right, that he would believe it one day that he was worth loving.. But for now, he would just trust her, for a little while, because apparently loving him made her happy.

“Lead the way Sunshine,
I believe i’ve got a Doctor’s appointment to get too.” He winks.
He Take her hand in his, needing something to show that this was real.

The sight of the blood blooming across the Master’s lower back elicits prosaic dread from the Doctor. It is strangely beautiful, like the sight of a galaxy spawning into being in creeping tendrils of red, and yet that red signifies the life force of the person she has, ever and always, loved beyond comprehension.

She’s frozen for no more than a handful of seconds, however: by then she has a plan.

“I’m goin’ to save you. No conditions. I promise.”

He takes her hand, and he calls her “Sunshine,” and the banal, everyday sweetness of the nickname sinks hooks into her hearts and pulls. But she squeezes his hand tightly.

“Can I get you to trust me? For just this once?”

Because it occurs to her, despite what she declared outside, that the bulldozer that she has been in previous lives is untenable now. To be a harbinger of hope, she cannot force someone’s hand. Not even her best friend’s, on his deathbed. She must acquire his consent.

He gives her a small smile, trying his best to not show the pain that he was feeling. “Yeah… I guess i can.” he nods.

This once and perhaps, with a bit of work, for the rest of his life.
He hopes, with both his hearts, that they could some how work through this.
That they could mend what they had broken and fix this relationship of theirs.

“I trust you Theta… I don’t actually think i ever fully stopped.” He confessed.

(continued from ask) – @itsjustkind ((petting hair – simm))

Perfect.
The Plan ‘get theta to rest’ had worked perfectly.

The Master shifts ever so slowly, moving his head so that it was lying on his chest, one arm wrapped around his shoulder, the other never leaving his hair as he continued to pet it, hoping that he could help him have even a few hours of sleep to recharge his batteries.

“You, my dear Theta, should really try to trust me more.” he whispered ever so quietly, having waited an hour before he even dared to make a sound or move, making sure his love was fully asleep.

“I hope that we can work on this more, for i morn for the times when we… or rather you used to be able to trust me without being suspicious of my every move….” he sighed.

“Sleep now, ill try and protect you from the nightmares.”
He couldn’t protect him from within the mind, for he had not asked for permission, but he would gladly hold him close, hoping that would help.

(continued from ask)
drapetxmaniia; the blonde woman walks into the room, a slight pout on her face and without asking, sits on her loves lap and curls up to him, arms wrapped around him, forehead against his neck. “I don’t want you to ever forget that I love you, Koschei. I am yours and you are mine.” She murmured.

@sclfmastery;

He smiles down at her, a touch shyly; nobody but the Doctor can elicit shyness from the most conquest-driven being in the cosmos. But here is the Master, nuzzling the crown of the Doctor’s messy blonde head with his round nose.

“I will carry the thought with me everywhere, Hearts.”

–//–

The pout that was on her face just before, Melts into a smile of pure adoration and she looked up at him to catch his lips, kissing him lovingly.

“Good. And i, in return, will carry you in my heart and soul. The Doctor and The Master… hmm, or perhaps even, Theta Sigma Lungbarrow and Koschei Oakdown, traveling across the Stars, finding new and wonderful things, Perhaps even picking up the odd stray now and then to educate the uneducated.” The Doctor winks.

She knows those words were similar to those she had once said, once upon a time, back when they were both pure and baby faced. They had made a pact, and it was about time they actually started to go through with it.