He swallows when he realises that there was no point, no reason to lie. She had caught him out.
His breath hitches ever so slightly when she gently holds his face, turning his head in the other direction.
He reaches up, his hand covering hers for a split moment before taking the glasses off, letting her see for herself, giving it a moment before whispering.
“Im blind Missy… Ive- thats whats happened… i- I didn’t want you to know… Stupid, yeah… you always know when there is something wrong.” His lips twitch slightly, fondly.
“I had to do it… She- She… Bill would have died…” he continued softly. “I cant have another death on my head… my hands are already deep crimson…” He muttered.
Missy’s lips parted with an audible intake of breath as he removed the glasses from his face and she saw his eyes. She bit her lip, brow furrowing in concern as she examined the damage. It was certainly more visible distress than she might otherwise had shown had he been able to see her reactions, but there was no need for false nonchalance; not when he couldn’t even see her.
Gazing almost sympathetically at him, she shook her head slightly as explained what had happened; closing her eyes for a fraction of a moment to resist the urge to roll them in exasperation.
“You daft man! You ridiculous daft man!” Her voice was soft barely above a whisper as she scolded him gently. Her hands still holding his face in her hands she leaned forward a fraction to rest her forehead against his.
“Why do you always have to do everythin’ on your own? eh? You’re gonna end up in more trouble than even you can handle one of these days — and then where will we be?”
He laughed quietly, the bitterness audible, as he wraps his arms around her waist. “I Don’t know… But i’ve always managed in the past to get out of situations in the past… Ive even got a plan to make a link between my glasses, my optic nerve and my mind… I don’t want Bill to know that i’m still blind…” He sighed.
He enjoyed this, the gentleness between them while no one was around. He presses his forehead against hers slightly in return… He wished he could express his want for her to join him on his ship… and perhaps it was time to pardon her, it would be more beneficial for her to ‘atone’ while helping people and civilisations, rather than being locked up for so long.
“Besides… I wont be alone any more… ill have you… thats if you want too.” He managed to get out and then held his breath as he waited.
There was something different when The Doctor walked into the vault that day. He was walking slower, almost as if feeling out the ground before him and he had sunglasses on, in the day time.
“Evening Missy.” he said with a slight smile, hoping she would reply, so he would know where she was. He was rather nervous over what her reaction would be.
drapetxmaniia - The Urge to run away 