(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.
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.”
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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.
drapetxmaniia - The Urge to run away 