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(12th Doctor) “What? Sorry, I’m having trouble focusing…”

cerulean-archived:

The Master chuckled, moving closer to make it even more difficult, completely invading the Doctor’s personal space as he thumped him on the forehead. “When do you not?” He asked. “I remember a couple of bodies ago, you never could focus at all, you just kept rambling on and on about any silly thought that entered your head. You have gotten better about not doing that in this life, at least.”

“Anyhow, I was asking just how much you missed me.”

“A lot… probably quite too much for it to be healthy.” He admits.

He was swaying slightly on his feet, his eyes a little out of focus, and he definitely felt weaker than usual.

But like usual he kept all of this hidden, Well he tried too.

Continued from here 

@damnedgallifreyan​

“Yes, well, if I ever find out that you’re doing any such thing, I’ll have to handcuff you to the bed and give you a lot of exhausting therapy sessions,” he teased then sighed. “I know, I know, but you don’t need many. I think only 3 or 4 stitches should do it, and if you don’t squirm, I can make it so there’s barely even a scar. Do you have anything for pain or anxiety?”

He kept pressure on the wound so that the Doctor didn’t lose more blood. “Just think of how rugged and sexy you’ll look with the stitches, Theta.”

He didn’t even blush at that, the thought of the needle making him a bit pale.

“I um… try the second cupboard… it- it might have some… i know the anxiety meds are on the bench…” they were usually hidden if there was a companion about, they probably wouldn’t believe him if they knew he needed meds.

“You think?” he half asked a small smile finally appearing on his face.

(drapetxmaniia – 10th doco) “Don’t worry, its just a scratch.” He lied not wanting to worry him, the small knife had clearly done quite the damage to his arm, for that amount of blood.

cerulean-archived:

@drapetxmaniia

Koschei hissed, taking his arm to clean it off, then frowning as he looked at the Doctor. “Did you do this to yourself?” he asked, sounding broken for a moment at the thought of a world where the Doctor was suicidal. “If not, tell me who did so that I can kill them painfully and slowly after I give you the stitches you need.” If he didn’t have any gallifreyan painkillers, then he’d have to use telepathy to bleed off some of the pain while he did the stitches so he’d stay still.

“No! Of course i didn’t.”
At least not this time.
It had been one of the tribes of a small planet, he had upset the chief and they ran after him, managing to cut him when he had a near miss with being stabbed.

“And they are not worth it Kosch’… 
Wait stitches?!” He practically squeaked

He hated anything to do with needles!

masterfulxrhythm:

drapetxmaniia:

~open rp~

“i just want you to know that i’ll never stop loving you.”

        “Surely you know that’s a mutual sentiment.”  

He swallowed and wetted his lips.
“Im glad… I- I just want this… well this wall, that i’m finally acknowledging that i put up…and i… i want to get rid of it Kosch’… Im tired… actually it feels more like i’ve dug myself into a pit of my own morals and ‘goodness’ and i cant seem to pull myself out.” He rubbed his eye.

His mind was a whirl of words, sentences and all what he wanted to say.
So much so it was getting tangled and he wasn’t so clear on how to express the fact that – “I want to stop lecturing and trying to change you and to start to understanding you for who you are.” he finally got it out in words.

torvicfordfarding:

drapetxmaniia:

~Open RP~

“Luck isn’t a word I’d associate with myself.”

“A lot luckier than me.” The ghost child utters from his precarious perch.”I mean they never did find my body. How lucky could you be?’

The Doctor sighed and walked over.
“Do you want a hug? I know it wont solve anything, but it might help you feel better.” He asked him gently, looking at him.