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did you ever love me?

What the hell was that supposed to mean? 

The Master couldn’t help but stare for a few moments. Slow, slow moments, as he tried to mull over what the other Time Lord demigod meant by that. 

At the moment it was hard for him to tell if it was a question asked in earnest or one to incite his anger, and at the moment everything was too foggy and frustrating for him to know. 

“-- Of course I did. I- I never stopped loving you,” he said, in a voice just a touch too vulnerable for his liking given the current situation. “what the hell is that supposed to mean, Theta?”

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“You expect me to believe that?” Emily asked them, clearly letting the situation she found them in register and settle in her mind than what they claimed had happened. Claimed. She didn’t believe them on their explanation for the simple fact that it didn’t line up with the case. They had to be connected somehow and yet, this could have been the fact that she couldn’t get a read off them and that didn’t sit right with her.

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“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

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🔷️👄[Hear me out,,,,but The Other being a fuckin thot making fun of him okay]

To be perfectly honest, there was next to no reason as to why the Master had to stay on the TARDIS. He felt some sort of obligation to it. To make sure the ship was okay, to keep an eye on the Other. That made sense, didn’t it? 

Realistically, it was too painful to leave, and he did feel some sort of obligation to his husband. His husband who wasn’t really there. 

But right now he was going through a migraine spell like no other(ha), and he hadn’t been able to pull himself out of it for who knows how long. Hands buried into his hair, trying to wait it out, to ward off anything else that would worsen them- dissociation at its finest. 

Until he felt another person there, and until he felt fingers against his temples, guiding him to lift his head, for lips to meet his. 

And that was just a bit too good to be true, a bit too much for the Master to pass up as he returned the kiss, leaning into the familiar motions that his husband had typically done to soothe or distract him from those migraines. 

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lostwanderinghearts replied to your post: ten: i’,,m;; smo,, sorrry,i  ’m so so ,,sorry ...

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He never meant to be gone for a week-- as is, he never really intended to be gone from Theta for that long almost ever now that they were finally around each other again. (The first decade was always the clingiest every time they had a good period again, he swore.) 

Just like he swore that he’d only been gone for a day, at most. A day trip that the other Time Lord sat out on, one that wound him up in a hospital, though he couldn’t recall for how long. A few hours? (One of the nurses, however, had been surprised at how he looked when he’d woken up.) After much hunting and retracing of steps, he’d finally come across the TARDIS, pushing-and-then-pulling the door open. Still dressed in what he’d left in, though the jeans came up higher than before. He hadn’t quite noticed.

“Theta?” he called out, expecting the other to still be working on the console like he had been when he left. “Did you get bored already?”

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“– Well, yes, at the rate that we’re going, I’d certainly hope that you would. The overkill is lovely flattery, though.”

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“ i had a nightmare. “

The Master rolled over, taking a few minutes to decipher whether or not the Doctor was telling the truth, or making an excuse to crawl into bed with him, much like when they were kids in the Academy. 

Not that he was going to question him on it, either. 

His head turned, eyes meeting the other’s in the dark, before he shifted up and to the left to make room in his bed. 

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, holding an arm out, reading glasses perched at the tip of his nose. “C’mon, Thete.”