Flouting the principal law of my own people

Private 11th Doctor roleplay blog. (Sideblog to ask-xi for select few threads when the whim takes mun)

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The Woman In The Shop

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timeladytoyou‌:

His honesty was unexpected. The more he spoke, the slower her fingers tapped until they stopped altogether. For once, she couldn’t meet his eye. He wasn’t playing the game right anymore. Missy began to doubt that he was playing at all.

Memories she’d shut out for so long started to unravel. How angry she had been to hear him call someone else his best friend. The overwhelming desire to make him feel a trace of the pain that coursed through him in that moment was too strong to control. How desperately she’d wanted to prove something, anything, to him. How she’d gotten it wrong. How she’d been broken apart and put back together so many times that she couldn’t see more than the cracks when she wasn’t running her own race against the universe.

Fingers still and shaking came into focus as the silence between them grew. They were her own this time. Despite the abyss between them, she felt a twinge in her chest that she couldn’t ignore.

“All I wanted was my friend back.”

Just like that, the mirth in her tone was gone. She felt smaller for the sake of it. Vulnerable didn’t set well on her shoulders and she tensed all the way to her toes.

“How was I supposed to understand? You show me what you think is good in the universe and don’t bother to tell me how or why it works, just expect me to accept it for what it is. Of all people, you should know better than that.” Her eyes flickered up to him, wide and clear. “Where would I have learned about kindness, hmm? You were my only example. My only true friend. And you left.”

Sometimes the Doctor was terribly slow when it came to understanding. He latched onto brilliant ideas and solved the greatest puzzles, but the simplest things could escape him. What was she talking about? He had tried time and time again to get the Master to listen, to stop what he was doing and experience things the way he did. Then when it had seemed like he finally might budge, when there was nothing else left, he had hurled himself into the past to save him and his precious Earth. The Doctor hadn’t gone looking for him, because he was sure he was dead and lost.

Was he sure, though? Was the ugly truth that he had wanted it over, that a part of him enjoyed the grandeur of being the last, the only Time Lord? It was all too painful to keep so why not bury the Master again with Gallifrey and so many terrible secrets?

Or was she speaking of another time, a wrong so much longer ago? In the end he supposed it didn’t matter whether Missy meant the most recent abandonment or the night he had first stolen the TT capsule. There were so many excuses he could give, but he owed her better than that.

“I was afraid.”

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The Woman In The Shop

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timeladytoyou:

How very much like the Doctor to deny an uncomfortable truth simply because he didn’t think of it first. Lucky for him, her patience was a bit longer than it used to be. Age had a way of doing that. So did playing a very long game. She had both on her side.

“You think it was as simple as that?” Fist setting on her hip, her tone shifted to something brimming with snappy sarcasm. “Hang on a mo, dears. Let me just pop on back to the old hot spots for a dance with nostalgia!” She laughed, a barking, unamused noise. “No, I didn’t go back home. I chased after the one being in the universe that had set to torment me my whole life just so he could cheat death. Saved you from his temper too, not that I’m asking for a thank you.”

Tapping away at a few keys on the console, she locked up the shop and turned down the lights. She didn’t want anyone interrupting them this time. He could still try to run if he wanted it but Missy wasn’t inviting anyone else to this conversation.

“I got out. Simple as that. Why, were you worried for me, Doctor? Please tell me you missed me just a little. It does wonders for the ego.”

After so many years of dancing in battle and attempting to stop one another, the Doctor was at a loss hearing her speak at the same level, seemingly without agenda or secrets. Rarely had anything seemed to faze the Master, unshakeable until those last moments where his botched resurrection had driven him to new depths of insanity. Now here she was and her honesty tugged at him like the abyss on that impossible planet.

“Of course I missed you,” he said, surprising even himself at the admittance, daring to say it with a confident, brash tone. “You were all I had left and I thought – I hoped something could change, and I lost you again. I was willing to leave everything behind that I knew, just so you would stay, so you would understand.” He ran a hand through his hair and sighed, taking his eyes off her. “But I won’t step over any more lines for you. No matter how much I might want to. I owe the universe that much.”

[madmanwhoforgot]

The Woman In The Shop

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timeladytoyou:

Watching his indecision, even daring to scan the shop again with his inferior sonic, put her on the edge of her toes. The anticipation was so thick she could taste it. Finally he cracked. Finally he followed. Hearing his steps coming closer she couldn’t help but smile. Her back to the door, she was unafraid. 

“Never once have you let anyone tell you not to do something and then not do it, have you? It’s almost like you want people to push you forward into the yawning abyss of danger.”

Only then did she turn to face him, a wry smile on her face. Her fingers tapped away blindly at a few buttons behind her back. This was her ship after all. She knew every inch of it better than her own skin.

“You know who I am. You just haven’t accepted it yet.”

Satisfied with herself, she stepped away from the console. Just one slow step in his direction. The doors at his back remained open, a standing offer to let him run away when ever he chose. A temptation. But which would he choose? She had more than an idea of that.

“Oh, you’ve caught me,” she sighed, laying a hand on her chest in a dramatic fashion. “I am your mystery woman. The crazy lady in the shop that gave your friend that phone number. Best help line in the universe, or so goes the rumor. Better than calling 999, right? At least when she called she got a Doctor.” Her grin widened. “Didn’t she?”

Come on, you old fool. Think. 

He knew. She was right, of course; he could feel exactly who and what she was and yet his brain was scrambling for excuses. This should not have been a surprise but after all these years, after what had happened before he last regenerated, and with this face so much more unexpected... he was barely less than stunned.

And she had orchestrated Clara’s meeting with him, so that meant she was interested in Clara, too. What was Clara that she could attract this much attention? Why could he not see?

Those were questions for another time. Here, now, was the most important woman in his life, and she wanted him to know it. She had lured him into her ship and like an idiot he had followed.

“No,” he said warily, fully aware that she would know he did not believe his own words. “You can’t possibly be. You went back to Gallifrey, trapped inside a time-lock and were destroyed with it.”

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The Woman In The Shop

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timeladytoyou:

Not laughing in his face was harder than she thought. On the outside Missy held her smile and sharp stance but on the inside she was positively screaming. He was so blind. She might have well worn a name tag and he still wouldn’t get it. Some things never change.

“Well, I guess you’ve got me there.” She spoke with a soft hum that radiated no trace of defeat. “Trade secret, I’m afraid. But shush. If you go telling everyone it’ll cause quite the fuss. I’ll not be having that in my shop, thank you.”

It was subtle and she was glad he noticed. Maybe it was time to up the stakes. To give him a slightly bigger hint. Taking a step back, she shook a finger at him and upped her performance. 

“If you insist, but I have to go in the back to get it. Rowdy teenagers kept trying to steal them out of the case. So don’t you dare follow me. Understand? Not a single step. There’s all sorts of paperwork and important things back here that I won’t have touched or messed with in any way. I’ve a guard dog too and if she wakes up she’ll chew your ankles right off. Positively can’t stand a stranger.” 

With that Missy turned on a heel and strode back through the curtain, over the deactivated shopkeeper, and back into her TARDIS. This time she didn’t close the door behind her. From the console screens she could see what choice he made. He could dig all he wanted through the supplies in the store and only find more hints. Or he could follow the trail of temptation she hopefully laid on just thick enough to be convincing. 

“Be a good boy now, Doctor,” she murmured. “Follow your nose.”

The Doctor did wait for a few moments, though only long enough to collect his thoughts. He had watched her exit through the door, his whole being itching to approach when he saw it was open. The hair on the nape of his neck was alert and his cheeks flushed. His hearts were running a static race not unlike the one they did around Clara. A mystery woman behind a mystery girl.

As if to stall himself from giving in too quickly, he took out his sonic screwdriver and buzzed it around the shopfront. What the readings told him made him consider running, which was usually a telltale sign that he was going to ignore that feeling and take a nosedive into what he didn’t know. The sonic was sufficiently vague at this moment that he could only surmise he was surrounded by highly advanced technology that was naggingly familiar.

He tucked the sonic away and crept after her. If she was even telling the truth about a so-called ‘guard dog’ he could at least hope to tame it or distract it so he could escape.

There was a slumped figure behind the curtain, though he did not think they were human let alone that they had ever been living. Beyond that was an open door and a deeper feeling of nostalgia and dread. He fought his flight instincts and stepped through the opening, into the control room of a TARDIS.

Pale-faced, his gaze alighted upon Missy.

“Who are you?”

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The Woman In The Shop

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timeladytoyou:

Watching him try to figure her out was fascinating. She had to restrain herself quite a bit to keep from giggling. He was wearing one of his younger faces and it turned a bit pink and flared around the nose and ears when he was frustrated. So she just kept smiling. Waited him out. 

“Are you sure you’re in the right shop? I mean, really. Take a look around.”

Missy gestured to the shelves and racks. The shop was as ordinary as one might expect. Maybe too plain in places but she was going for a full aesthetic here and sometimes one had to sacrifice mystery for style. But her point was solid. There wasn’t a single bit of technology to be seen on any shelf. No phone cards, not even a calculator. 

“Whomever your friend talked to could have been nearly anybody. Maybe it was a solicitor? Those silly boys and girl come through here all the time with their cards and bright, flashy smiles trying to sell you the universe on a string for three easy payments. She could have gotten a number from one of them, not me. This is a shop. I sell things. Or really, the nice old lady who went out for a walk sells things and I sit in my office and drink my tea.”

A slight laugh kept her act rolling. Oh, it was so much fun to play with him, to make him think. “If she was coming here to get help for her computer troubles, she must have been very desperate. Can’t say I’ve ever turned away a sad soul before, but I couldn’t possibly know anything about computers with a place like this. Now could I?”

If his head hadn’t been so full of Clara dancing around and taunting him, the Doctor might have seen what was staring him in the face. This was like with Rory all over again, alarms ringing in his brain, yelling for him to put the pieces together. Sometimes he loathed how his mind worked. So many things he simply coasted, felt his way through and understood things halfway through already doing them because thinking was sometimes a total waste of time when you could just be getting on with what the rest of you had already decided.

It was like having this woman be a baffling focus, Clara in the outer visual and every bit of periphery simply labelled ‘wrong’.

Nice old lady who went out for a walk? Do me a favour. No one left after Clara. Probably best not to mention I’m following a young woman around.

The Doctor stepped back a little from the counter. “A shop, yes.” His gaze swept along the shelves behind the woman. Conclusions were being drawn. “But is it?” He stepped back further so that he could examine one of the aisles. Cans of food; biscuits; generic greetings cards, they were all in order. That was telling in of itself. Nothing was put in the wrong place or askew by a browsing customer. There was a magazine rack, photoshopped models smiling plasticly from their covers, but they felt wrong.

He stepped toward the aisle of confectionery and grabbed something, holding it up. “Freddos. You’re selling them for 10p. You’ve not got a deal going on. Nobody's sold Freddos at ten pence since 2006. Everyone went barmy.” His shrewdly narrowed gaze continued as he returned to the counter. “Let’s have a look in the ciggy cabinet. I’ll have a packet of Bensons.”

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The Woman In The Shop

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timeladytoyou:

Quite happy about a job well done, Missy was congratulating herself with a cup of tea and a plate of chocolate biscuits when she saw the skulking figure moving about on the screen. From inside her TARDIS she could watch the whole shop without having to lift a finger. Most times it operated itself, what with autopay transactions and a little bit of help from a plump looking robot shopkeeper. But she’d tucked the old thing away when Clara popped by. That required a bit more of a personal touch. 

This man was something interesting though. Something new. Excited, she took her feet down from the edge of the console and leaned in for a closer look. If he was a thief she might get a chance to kill someone and it had been far too long. But her excitement took a different turn when she saw him by the counter. It didn’t matter the face, she would recognize him anywhere. 

Oh, this is going to be good. 

Standing up quickly to set down her cup and straighten out her dress, she moved with assured steps straight for the door. Her grin grew wider with each tap of her heels. 

“Yes, yes. I’m coming. Keep your shirt on.”

Securing the doors behind her, she moved the curtain aside with a flourish. A pause for dramatic effect gave him the perfect view of her brilliant smile. But it was only a pause. In an instant she was as close to him as the counter would allow. 

“Well helloooo, dear!” Her voice rang out in a singsong melody, chipper as ever. “Bit of a sweet tooth have you? That’s a great choice then! Absolutely fantastic. Got a bit of a soft spot for those too. They remind me of being young.” She sighed wistfully. He really was so young, too. “Is that all you needed then? I can ring you right up.”

Something was terribly wrong. Every possible discomfiting feeling seemed to crawl over him when this woman accosted his senses. The most unsettling thing about her was that his brain seemed to short out when it tried to come to conclusions. She didn’t feel human, but what she did feel like wasn’t possible, so his mind decided to stick its fingers in its ears and sing. He wanted to turn tail and run out of the shop and yet he was rooted to the spot. Who are y-I don’t want to know - but I do - what are you? Don’t ask, just run away. But Clara! Clara!

Despite it being clear that he was perturbed, the Doctor slowly straightened up, putting a bit more distance between himself and the shopkeeper. “Actually, yes, there was something else. A friend of mine got a number from here for a computer helpline. I’m investigating local businesses, ensuring customers aren’t being exploited, that sort of thing. Perhaps you could tell me where you got the number? Didn’t seem like the usual Yellow Pages affair.”

[madmanwhoforgot]

The Woman In The Shop

“Time to find out who you are...”

His hand rested upon the flight lever, preparing to delve into the past of the young woman who had just left his TARDIS, the mystery girl who had died and died again, saving him each time. The thought occurred to him, and in doing so it felt as though his timeline was slightly resisting it, that there was a lead he could follow.

The woman in the shop. ‘It’s the best helpline out there. In the universe, she said.’

Who was out there giving out his number? An old friend or companion? What did they know about Clara Oswald?

His mind made up, the Doctor keyed in new coordinates and dragged the lever down. Over the next few hours he hopped back through Clara’s timeline and crept after her, waiting and watching for the time and place where she walked into a shop and left with the means to ring a Time Lord in a monastery in 1207. At last, success! There she was, hurrying out of a newsagents not far from Coal Hill. This had to be it.

The Doctor slipped into the shop after she had left, ducking through into aisles of sweets and crisps, pretending to be a customer going about their daily business. He peered at the counter from between a rack of greetings cards and frowned when he saw no one there. Quietly, he stepped out and up to the counter, scanning its surface for any clues, though what exactly he was looking for he was unsure. Maybe it wasn’t even a woman who worked here. Maybe it was another customer she’d been chatting to? But there was no one to be seen.

Taking a risk, he adjusted his coat and brushed a hand through his hair. He snatched up a packet of biscuits and then cleared his throat.

“Hello? Anyone there? I’d like to buy these Jammie Dodgers.”

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britishdarkhairwelldressed:

A frustrated growl escaped Kilgrave’s lips as he watched the Doctor’s retreating back. Fuelled by the command to follow their captive should he try to escape, the guards were already hot in pursuit of the man. Kilgrave already knew what the man had done, and it was the notion that the disruption of his perfectly thought out plans that irked him greatly.

He stood up at once and strode out to the back of the house with a darkened gaze. “You do realise that the harder you retaliate, the harder the blow comes back to you,” he announced slowly. He stopped just short of the man with two burly men by his side. The other two were circled around the Doctor. “Come back inside. There are plenty of things that we need to discuss.”

The Doctor glowered at Kilgrave. It was likely his guards were yet more innocents forced into servitude. He could run, somehow find his way back to the TARDIS, but how many people would die on the way? What other malicious contingency plans did this nightmare man have working at any one time?

He could feel the desperate urge to obey tugging beneath his skin when the new command was given, knowing that continuous resistance would be exhausting. It appeared he would have to choose which orders he could afford to follow and which he would betray.

For now he would see where this led, if he could keep Kilgrave busy and especially get his sonic screwdriver back. He dropped the bin lid and hurled the spade into a neighbour’s garden out of harm’s way before sulkily trudging back into the house.

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britishdarkhairwelldressed:

Kilgrave watched, highly intrigued that this stranger left him speechless, which was an achievement in itself. Outwardly, he appeared disinterested when the other hurled onto the thankfully laminate flooring. Still… He nearly got the carpet, and his shoes.

He remained seated on the sofa and raised a brow. “What a load of bullshit,” he scoffed. “Hasn’t anyone told you that it’s rude to jump to assumptions about others?” He pretended to sigh tiredly. “If not, then I suppose I’ll have to teach it to you whilst I’m at it…”

Not wasting any more time, the Doctor ran. Dealing with Kilgrave needed a plan, and the immediate issue was saving the people whose lives were in danger. He leapt over the counter that cut through into the family’s kitchen, hoping that if Kilgrave followed he would use the door and be slowed down.

The Doctor yanked open the door to the back garden and raced for the shed, hurling himself inside. Thankfully the family were all accounted for, standing like realistic shop dummies, their frightened eyes the only indication of awareness. One of the children was looking hungrily at the dog. He would have to act quickly.

“It’s okay, everything’s going to be okay. No time to explain. You all just need a little nap.” In swift succession, he grasped their temples, murmured “Sleep!” and lay them carefully on the shed floor. The dog he hushed with a gentle psychic nudge and hid him behind some old tarpaulin.

Now for something to defend myself with.

The Doctor glanced around the shed. His gaze alighted on a chainsaw.

“Um. No.”

He turned around.

“Aha!”

He burst back out of the shed, wielding a spade and the upturned lid of a compost bin as a shield.

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britishdarkhairwelldressed:

cont.

@madmanwhoforgot

As the Doctor rambled, Kilgrave stared blankly at him. He was lounging on the sofa, giving off signals that he wasn’t interested in what the other man had to say to him. “If you’re so desperate to know, I’d say that I’ve had these abilities for a while. A pretty long one actually. I think of it as these abilities being thrusted upon me for a reason,” he answered slowly. “And that reason alone being to survive.” He paused and let their shared silence follow through a little longer for his words to sink in. “Now that I’ve told you this, you do know that you’re going to have to make yourself forget everything you heard from me. Unfortunately I can’t simply tell people to forget things. Remnants always lie in the mind. I hope your skull isn’t too hard so the process can go a little more quicker, and perhaps less painfully.”

The fear Kilgrave instilled in the Doctor served as a catalyst to the process he had started. He clapped his hands over his mouth, convulsed and coughed. When he withdrew them, a substance like fine, purple sand trickled between his fingers.

He brought his gaze to Kilgrave’s once more, his own turned cold. “It’s easy enough to convince yourself that your situation isn’t the product of a cruel, unpredictable universe. Survival could be impervious skin, a prolonged lifespan, invisibility, perhaps even the ability to turn back time. But no, no-no-no-no, survival’s got to be about absolute control. Now me, I don’t know a thing about survival. Not like I’ve had many different lives before this one or that I can survive temperatures a human couldn’t stand for five minutes. I couldn’t heal quicker; run faster; escape a bathroom with a packet of Wrigley’s Extra Strong. Oh, and I certainly couldn’t expel a toxin from my body that’s been rendering me susceptible to suggestion.”

The Doctor leapt to his feet.

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masterfulxrhythm:

That infinitesimal window into insecurity which is the Doctor stuttering is all the Master needs to know his counterpart is TRULY listening to his pleas.  He does not mean for his expression to seem so conceited; what his hearts feel, contrariwise, is a charm with the idea of the pair of them speaking on an even footing, lounging around space for its own sake. He can almost pretend, in a moment like this, that the one who was once Theta Sigma will actually entertain his company for  a time that lingers, tarries the way old friends do into late hours  long after a raucous party, longer than it takes to find another human preoccupation.  Almost. But that “almost” snags on Koschei’s self-preservation, and perhaps his pride, too.  And so he answers honestly:           “Conditions? I don’t know. I have yet to know you in this face.  I have yet            to know if you’re even capable of being genuinely invested            in our old friendship. I know I am willing to rebuild from whatever            ground zero you so choose.”  

Once more the frustratingly mysterious and infectious smile returned to the Doctor’s lips, but the joy of this particular kind of smile was that it was one he reserved for companions and people he deeply admired. It revealed nothing of what went on in his ridiculous brain but in its own way was genuine in affection. A flicker of the devious was in his eyes again.

“In that case, I suppose there’s only one thing I can say at this point..”

He leapt past his old friend and rival and bounded for the trees. Without looking back he called out with exuberance.

“Come along, Master! Let’s go see a planet!”

[britishdarkhairwelldressed]

“I won’t tell you anything.” (madmanwhoforgot)

Torture Sentence Starters

This was too easy.

“For a lanky, floppy-haired twat in a bowtie, you’re bloody stubborn,” Kilgrave growled. He stepped closer to the man bound to the chair and folded his arms across his chest, tilting his head upwards so that his judging eyes were casted down upon the man. The temptation to see someone clobber this man was far too tempting than stealing money and because of that, his mind sifted through numerous ideas for a creative death. “You’re going to tell me everything.”

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britishdarkhairwelldressed:

“Ah, but I’d attract a lot of unwanted attention in doing so,” Kilgrave answered simply. “And that is the least I need in my life.” He pretended to pick at his nails as he spoke, his eyes never homing in on the other man. Not once… “Besides, I’m not being cruel. Just… Having a bit of fun is all.  I’m fine with the simple things in life thank you very much…”

“Pull the other one,” the Doctor scoffed. “There’s a reason for all this pain and spite. If you wanted a simple life, you could just as easily whisper calmly in a few choice ears and get yourself a nice house, a fancy car, all the food and material comforts you could desire. You could talk your way into whatever entertainment venue you wanted and hardly anyone would bat an eye, but no, you apply it with venom. You treat people like cartoon characters and you’re the rogue artist with a blood-soaked brush.”

He could feel something different in his body, as though he were beginning to feel less tight in his skin. An acidic taste crept up through his throat.

“Have you always had these abilities?”

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“This is very bad.” The Doctor’s voice was barely a whisper where he stood transfixed. His attention was stolen entirely by the bloody remains of a human male, probably early forties, sprawled grotesquely on the tiled hallway at the back of the community centre.

This was not how it was supposed to be, any of this. His ship had come crashing down over London, but there had been a storm; a very strange and very wrong storm that swept the TARDIS off course. She should have landed in a small Scottish girl’s garden several years in the past. Today, the Doctor’s ship smashed through the surface of the Thames and shunted herself a little bit forward.

It had been a Sunday when he had broken into the scruffy nearby building, trying to glean some information on the storm he hoped he had imagined in some post-regenerative stupor. It took only swift research on the office computer to discover the storm to be a local phenomenon but more disturbing were the records of missing probation workers and trace particles of blood he found in the corridors of the centre. He wasn’t sure what worried him most: whether it was alien or human intervention.

Whatever had killed this latest probation worker (by the look of the badge) had done so with the voracity of an animal. So new and uncertain to his role in this new body, the Doctor was shaken yet grim at the sight. The hairs on the back of his neck seemed to prickle, sensing that there was someone behind him. He remained frozen, his still-blue sonic screwdriver clutched in hand, his clothes singed tatters from his rebirth.

“Do you think this is very bad?” he murmured, addressing the stranger he had not yet dared to see.

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masterfulxrhythm:

For a moment the Master is so taken aback that he can but stare at the Doctor in the raking light.  It makes his  eyes pale to a glistening butterscotch, a peculiarly  humanizing accessibility rarely granted by eyes  that ordinarily appear pitch black.          “I see.  Then I acknowledge your efforts.”  The raw emotion on that babyface evaporates before  that same eagerness of a scholar who recognizes with relish an intellectual and philosophical equal.  The Doctor has never once bored the Master.           “And! I accept them.” He trots over and plucks some tiny particulates of fallen leaves from the Doctor’s rakishly foppish hair, betraying  an unconscious tenderness that cannot be manufactured, but comes with the ease and comfort of knowing someone for long, long centuries, down to the minutiae of habits  and biases: down to the direction of toothpaste applied to the brush, and the direction of the toilet paper roll,  and the way the mouth moves when certain words are pronounced.           “But you’re a better teacher than you think, just by presenting          information in the way that you have. And.” He  snatches up the Doctor’s hand and chastely kisses the tip of it.         “By existing to give me motivation to quell my vices.”  

It was all the Doctor could do not to flinch when the Master picked at his hair, his posture tense and breath paused like prey waiting for predator to make its decision. His gaze softened with a reserved yearning, scared that giving in would cause him to lose himself.

He did not resist the pull of his hand, though the kiss threatened to draw out his customarily flustered behaviour. How quickly the apparent cool was abolished, though it came perilously close to him being able to switch to the charming dance of rivalry. That was so much easier than open sentiment.

“And - w- you would quell them for me? Would there be conditions?”

[britishdarkhairwelldressed]

“I won’t tell you anything.” (madmanwhoforgot)

Torture Sentence Starters

This was too easy.

“For a lanky, floppy-haired twat in a bowtie, you’re bloody stubborn,” Kilgrave growled. He stepped closer to the man bound to the chair and folded his arms across his chest, tilting his head upwards so that his judging eyes were casted down upon the man. The temptation to see someone clobber this man was far too tempting than stealing money and because of that, his mind sifted through numerous ideas for a creative death. “You’re going to tell me everything.”

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britishdarkhairwelldressed:

Something in the man’s tone and choice of words irked Kilgrave. He stopped himself however, and clenched his jaw as he grasped in the rapt silence that followed through between them. “I’ll believe you for now.” He pointed a finger at the other. “But if I get even a hint that you’re lying…” He left his threat open-ended for the sake of putting the other off whilst he drunk. 

“How did you become this, Kilgrave?” the Doctor wondered, distracting himself from the complaints of his body. “You’ve got a difficult ability, but why use it to be cruel? You could stop wars, persuade the ignorant to listen, tell criminals to turn themselves in.. but this is the path you’re walking?” Perhaps it wasn’t even ethical to use this power for good but it was a thousand times more preferable than the suffering of others for his own comfort.

[britishdarkhairwelldressed]

“I won’t tell you anything.” (madmanwhoforgot)

Torture Sentence Starters

This was too easy.

“For a lanky, floppy-haired twat in a bowtie, you’re bloody stubborn,” Kilgrave growled. He stepped closer to the man bound to the chair and folded his arms across his chest, tilting his head upwards so that his judging eyes were casted down upon the man. The temptation to see someone clobber this man was far too tempting than stealing money and because of that, his mind sifted through numerous ideas for a creative death. “You’re going to tell me everything.”

@madmanwhoforgot

[britishdarkhairwelldressed]

He regarded the other’s tea rejection with an eye roll. “Shame. It’s meant to be good for the body and soul,” he stated with a dismissing gesture of his hand. In time, his guard stooped beside him and placed only one cup upon the centre table wordlessly, and Kilgrave leant forwards to take it. He blew along the surface of his drink and sipped it slowly with the intention of extending the silence between them that followed through. All this time his eyes remained trained on the man. Completely blowing off the other’s offer, he asked, “do the letters ‘IGH’ mean anything to you?”

[madmanwhoforgot]

The thought of how the hot tea would feel in his stinging mouth was enough to further put the Doctor off having it. He watched Kilgrave sullenly, desperately seeking an angle he could work with to defy him and stop him. If he could get him away from this planet would be a start.

“No, they don’t,” he said. “Except them being English suffixes for words such as sigh, high or thigh. If we’re talking some sort of acronym, not a clue.”

[sclfmastery]

He should be devastated by the Doctor’s total negation of his sensitive question. But paradoxically the Master is always tickled when this sort of thing happens.  It means he’s under his other self’s skin, which concurrently means he still matters. Anyway, it’s fun, it really is, to needle Theta, and remind him that the pair of them are really small hair-breadths of separation different.   He lopes out of the TARDIS after the Doctor, pausing with malice in slanted eyes to tug on one of the mainline  wires that he soldered clear off when he made Her into a Paradox Machine.  Which had to hurt.            “You can’t keep him away from me, not forever,” he             breathes toward Her ceiling, and exits.   Fool, he will stay forever.  He is more patient than you ever were.  The Doctor is monologuing, and the Master savors the sound of that new voice, clear as bells, yet  packed with the impudence he so loves.  Koschei skips over to the tree the  Doctor admires with a Transcendentalist serenity, promptly draws his laser screwdriver and lops off an inch of bark.  Tongue probing between bared teeth, he fingers it, and drops it into his jacket pocket.           “A souvenir,” he demurs, and then, “Doctor, what do you mean           to do by bringing me to such a tranquil place? Are you going           to teach me the virtues of structure and social harmony?”  Amused as he is, he also looks willing, even eager, to accept whatever his compatriot’s plans may be. 

[madmanwhoforgot]

The Doctor did not resist rolling his eyes at the clipping of the tree; not discrediting the potential meaning behind the Master’s action, but indulging in his sense of self-righteous rivalry. As quickly as his gentle derision arrived it reverted again to that enigmatic quietness he was using as a shield. It was the one he put up when he wanted someone to poke through it whether aware of it or not. 

“I never was much of a teacher,” he said. “To teach you have to be adept at listening and to combine it with patience. I’m a terribly impatient person and you know full well how much I listened back at the Academy. No, I have no intention of teaching you anything. No teaching, no preaching, no lecturing save that which comes with old habits.”

He turned to the Master, squinting at him in the sunlight. His figure may have been tall but he did not stand straight, one knee slightly bent as his feet planted on varied levels of the soil. It painted him mortally somehow, not a legend or an almost-god.

“I know this wasn’t a victory for you, but gloating over old struggles isn’t my intention. To me, this was our first true battleground after we left Gallifrey, conflict that bred the next and the next, and so on. If I wanted a repeat I would not have brought us so far. This,” he explained, with palms open, “is a fresh start.”