#sclfmastery

[jewishjanetandco]

@sclfmastery // starter call

"Bum, da dum, da dum..." Missy sang to herself as she swept the kitchen. Confetti. Of all things their child could've gotten into, confetti?

"Unless you're willing to lend a hand," she started, opting to replace the broom with a vacuum, "I'd ask you to leave."

[incangencence]

“I thought we were gonna spend the rest of our lives together.” /sclfmastery

[I thought || ENTHUSIASTICALLY accepting]

“Yeah… I know…”

She didn’t have the heart to tell him her life was already over. That it had begun the day he’d first slipped his hand into hers, and it ended the moment she felt herself slipping through his fingers. The gravity well of the bubble universe had been so strong. Impossibly strong. And she… well. She hadn’t been quite strong enough.

One moment, she’d been in his arms, holding on as the whole world seemed to go screaming by them — bits and pieces of their reality falling into the newborn universe as it ripped itself free of their timeline, destined to float on forever, isolated and unreachable… The next… she’d been falling…

Static crackled through the phone line. Gene clutched her cellphone tightly in both hands, unwilling to let go. Service, any where or when. But the connection between their worlds was… fading…

“There’s stars in here…”

Gene blinked hard several times, and let out something that might have been a laugh. But the tears wouldn’t stop falling. She didn’t think they would ever stop…

“I can see them. Way high up, floating in the blackness. Everything’s still settling. Not enough light to see real color, but… This place… It’s all… desolate, and wild, and we’ve still got stars… You wouldn’t believe it, Mas… it’s so-…”

Beautiful.

Lonely.

“… I love you. I-… I love you. I loved you. I would’ve loved you forever. Don’t-…” she had to cover her mouth with both hands, but it did nothing to suppress the agonized sound of her sobs. “Don’t you EVER forget that. Alright? I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you, I-“

[anywherexwhen]

"Swear to gods, I'm still here." //sclfmastery (channelling self-frustration into muse! D^X))

The Doctor let out a yelp of surprise, which was immediately followed by the crack of bone on metal as he lurched into a sitting position and promptly smacked his head against the underside of the TARDIS console.

"Don't... SCARE ME like that!" he whined, sprawled flat on the ground, one hand on his aching head, the other clutching at his racing hearts. "Ooh, you'll be the regeneration of me... I nearly swallowed my sonic just then..."

After a moment, he slowly pushed the wheelie board out from under the console, carefully setting down the wires and tools he'd been handling as he shifted to a position where he could actually see The Master, his whole expression softening as he met the other timelord's soft, dark eyes.

Contact.

'I know you're here. I can feel you, even when you're not around.'

He pushed himself up, crossing the space between them, and slowly, tenderly, Theta rested his forehead against Koschei's.

'This is new. And things are... complicated. Hard, in ways they shouldn't be. Take your time. Hide away in the TARDIS -- this is home now. Figure yourself out however you need to. I know you're always here. And whenever you're ready... whenever you want... I'll be right here, ready however you need me. Always. Cross my hearts.'

[drummingncise]

"Oh, you. I missed seeing your face. Come here, love. Promise I won't kill you this time. Bit passe."

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"We'd both be dead," the Doctor agrees. Little boys prepared to do the worst to protect each other, even if it meant killing another child and hiding the body. Even if it meant one selling the other out to Death to become her champion.

The Master would have been killed, but probably so would have the Doctor, abandoned in that barn as a child, neglected and uncared for.

Two little boys who would have died if not for the other, locking eyes and saying we are the same, and finding solace in the familiarity.

"I didn't have a 'fanclub' when we met," he says, big brown doe eyes searching the other’s face for anything besides anger. "Only you."

[chemicalmorality]

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The Rani wasn't amused. Quite the opposite, in fact, as was often the case when fate pushed her and the Master to meet. She hadn't seen him in quite a while, not since the Time Lords had resurrected him to fight in the Time War, and back then things had been far too busy to have any time for small talk - (not that she liked small talk even when there was time for it).

Still, some small sentimental part of herself didn't hate his company. She wrinkled her nose at the seeping nostalgia. How unfortunate it was, to still be chained down by the remnants of a long gone past. As least, in that regard, she seemed to be doing better than the chaos magnet in front of her.

"Do tell me you've brought a gift to make up for the headache you're inevitably going to give me."

[likeacharacterinamusical]

@sclfmastery // 12 starter call

"I lost my cat, somewhere," the Doctor says, kneeling in the grass with his hands held aloft, an empty leash wrapped around one palm. "She's rather skittish--I've started taking her for walks as I thought it'd be good for us both."

[rpwithoutlimit]

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“Do I actually want to know or will I be better off not knowing? Because I feel like I’ll be better off not knowing.”