glory, glory

i'm throwing up blood and glitter and bile and i've never been better or brighter i'm going to kill everyone in this room ♡ (eventually) ♡

[clockshei]

[deathclaimed-blog]

Tired. Theta was super tired, which is why he was face down on his bed. And that’s also why he throws a pillow at the intruder before rolling over.

"Who the fuck are you?"

Eloquent as usual. And that’s it, that’s all the words you get, Kosch. In fact, he hasn’t even moved yet. And he doesn’t plan on it either.

(Yes, he always was this big of a dick.)

"Yeah, send me a letter. I’ll just torch it, seeing that this is. My. Room. And all. But yeah no, you send that letter."

[closchei]

Wow, talk about rude!

"It's my room too, you awful sulky pipsqueak! I mean, okay, yeah, sure, as far as my current time is concerned I definitely don't own this room any more, but right here and now in the here and now, this shared dorm is fifty percent mine!"

Her lipstick is a mess today, her hair almost clean. She drops down at the foot of Theta's bed, and kicks her heels off.

"Budge up, bestie. I've been wearing those things for two years straight."

[clockshei]

[deatheta]

He nearly swats at her, but the smile distracts him—blinds him. 

"In case you’ve forgotten, I’m in a constant state of hate." A joke that he just has to slide in, all delivered with a smile of his own. Admittedly, he doesn’t like the sound of this War.

She, on the other hand, seems almost too excited about this. He rolls his eyes until she speaks again, huffing out an annoyed sigh at the mention of a paradox.

"All of this just to make sure it never happens? What a waste." 

The blush makes him reach his hand up and poke at her cheek, amused. But then she’s mentioning Names, and he’s cringing away slightly. If it had been anyone else, he’d have laughed and declared his Name with pride. But she gets his real regret for a moment, before its smoothed over with a smirk.

"That we are. I’m the Doctor, pleasure to meet you." The smirk never fades, but his eyes lose all light, and just stare into hers.

[closchei]

"Oh, look at that little frown, look at that! I've got you nervous now, but don't be. Nothing we do matters. Nothing we do has ever mattered, because we'll never have done it. This universe, this us, we're the absence of light, nothing more!"

She hops up even closer, blushes even brighter. His hands are bigger than hers and rougher than hers and warm. Does she get to k- oh, nope, nope, he's sad. Look at that. Look at that. There's her boy. There he is.

She presses a hand to the side of his face, mirrors a thousand remembered kisses before the kiss, and she lets it go. All of time, all of the noise, all of it. 

(Her first breath in tastes like ice water.) "The pleasure is all mine, Doctor." (The second tastes like smoke.)

"They call me the Master. And I'm going to kiss you now, okay, okay? We're being too sad. Together we could take over the universe and blow it all up, I mean, come on!"

The third tastes like fire.And, yeah, there we go. She's back in the room. (The room is time. The room is time and she is back and the energy melts into her like snow in July. Her fingertips shiver against his cheek with it.)