Nov 9, 2016
"Theta. I'm bored. "
“Well...what do you suppose I should do about that, Koschei?”
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"Theta. I'm bored. "
“Well...what do you suppose I should do about that, Koschei?”
When he saved the Doctor by trying to kill Rassilon, he had the Master for 300 years. They did so many things that he lost track of the passage of time. of the types of tortures. They couldn't break him. But the last thing they did was by far the cruelest. That's how the Master, once a proud Alpha, now changed into an omega, was teleported into the pilot room of the Ninth Doctor's TARDIS. He was nearly catatonic with shock at the change of his biology, only managing out a single word "Theta."
The Doctor had been alone for so long. He didn’t think anyone was left, but he hadn’t had the nerve to search. As it was now, his hands were white-knuckled on the console, trying desperately to calm himself from a nightmare. So often he had terrible nightmares, and that was the exact reason he tried not to sleep. But he’d dozed off in the jumpseat, and the terror of the Time War caught up with him.
The Doctor jumped when a loud clatter rang through the room, and he spun around, a fire blazing in his eyes as he readied himself to attack the intruder. But the second he heard the voice, he stiffened. “....Koschei?” He was frozen in place for a moment, but then he ran to the other’s side and cradled him in his arms. “Koschei, is that you?” His voice held a desperate edge as he realized he wasn’t alone after all.
Koschei was sitting in the library, as he was wont to do more often than not. This time, however, he was very carefully, and very beautifully, playing jazz songs on a piano. He'd not done this before since he began travelling with the Doctor.
When the Doctor heard the music echoing through his ship, he followed the sound with no small amount of curiosity. When he spotted Koschei in front of a piano, he stilled, leaning against the doorway to watch. His hearts ached a little, knowing moments like these were going to be few before time ran out on them... but he would cherish them all the same. When Koschei was finished, he smiled widely and spoke. “That was lovely. I didn’t know you could play.”
Oh Doctah! What would you do if we kidnapped your Koschei (agodintime), fobbed watched him into a human, and set him up as the owner of a jazz bar in Manchester, UK, early 21st Century? Just a regular human man, with a happy life, no memories of his past. Obviously he's scarred and been through an accident, but other than his retrograde amnesia, he lives a pleasant life with no memory of his Time Lord life, tortured past, or you. What would you do? Shall we see?
The Doctor swallowed, imagining the scenario. Would he be able to let Koschei go? To let him live a normal, happy life, albeit without him? He had always been too selfish, and now that he had Koschei, he wasn’t sure he had the strength to let him go. But... No pain, no memory of his past... how could he force Koschei to remember all of that?
“I... He would be happy? If that were true, I couldn’t take it away from him... even if my hearts would break to lose him... I just want... him to be happy.”
Master’s Plaything [Closed]
@agodintime Continued from an ask
He was stripped down to his own trousers. As he walked around him, he felt so many things. The power and control the other gave over to him, the trust. He reached out and very softly stroked Jack’s hair. “Have you missed this?” he asked softly.
“I’ve missed you.”
He wasn’t lying. Jack really had missed his time with The Master. The Time Lord knew how to handle the immortal, how to make a man like Jack feel powerless. It wasn’t something Jack craved from most people, but from H i s Master? It was like the air he needed to breath.
Moan
EIGHT:Your muse owns my muse bound and gagged for one night
Jack rested on his knees, just his pants covering him. His arms were tied behind his back, the gag in his mouth preventing any speech. He watched The Master move around him, completely at his mercy. He showed no signs of being nervous, but then Jack was very good at h i d i n g things.