@thetnth sent : [ HIDE ] & / or [ HUSH ]
IF ANYONE COULD KEEP UP WITH THE DOCTOR — it was him. always him, only ever him. breathless from the frenzied movement, his head unceremoniously hits the carbon wall behind him it's grossly human. not even a second later any breath he was chasing that was building towards an angered speech — finds itself static at the base of his throat. a hand far too cold to be touching anyone forces his focus to the doctor. the hand that silences him is met with a furrowed brow, initial confusion morphed into contempt & annoyance. the audacity . it was over the top and most importantly, unnecessary. he hadn't even gotten to catch a glimpse of what they were hiding from, and still, eyes blazed with a challenge. leave it to the doctor to rush it all. such a coward.
his own fingers wind around the doctor's wrist, nails digging at the flesh they find & threatening to break skin. he has to settle for forceful exhales, glaring. he doesn't pull, or push. he only digs. it's a gracious warning, move or be moved. meanwhile familiar discomfort clawed at his neck, if this was what it meant to be " looked after ", then . . . well, what was the point ? a death bathed in ash and fire, burnt from the inside out sounded so much more appealing. he'd even accept one of those humans from the valiant, oh .. poor mrs. saxon, he could still remember the smell of her rage. would she have been the one to snap ? ah, who knows. the only certainty was that this . . this didn't cut it.
( DIRE SITUATIONS. )
& oh you shouldn't have allowed me the option of both.
