"Stormy seas" for your manipulation wishlist - wasteland or vampire verse with Kilgrave or Sam, your choice 💙
Cold. He felt cold. And wet. Why was he wet? He could feel...waves washing over his feet, and the tangy smell of salt water and ocean filling his nose. Speaking of which, he started coughing as he realised his airway was filled with water and he’d not taken a proper breath in what must have been hours. He must have looked dead to anyone passing by. Any normal Time Lord would have suffocated ages ago, but not him. Not the undead and nearly unkillable creature that he was. Koschei finally drew a proper breath and spat out the remaining sea water. Why the bloody hell was he in the sea, or washed up at the beach as it seemed, he could feel sand under his fingers.
Slowly Koschei lifted his head to try and get an understanding of his surroundings, cause he could not for the life of him remember how he could have ended up in the sea. Last he remembered was...well, hunger. Hunger and wasteland. There had been a container in the shipping yard, and then a ship, and then nothing. The sun was stinging in his eyes and he squinted to try and focus when he realised he was staring at a pair of shoes. The shoes were attached to a man with a strange purple suit. He couldn’t see his face, the sun was behind him obscuring his features.