#thetasigmaintraining

[silvertonguedgod-archived]

{Theta} On a table, that possibly was not in the room before, is a box of doughnuts and a 'number 1 dad' mug. Besides the two items is a note written in a messy, but familiar hand. 'On Earth they have this holiday called Father's Day. People give really strange presents to the men they respect. At least I think that's what it's for. I'm sorry I'm not around more, but Happy Father's Day. I'll stop by soon and tell you about all my new adventures!' [[ not sorry. ]]

                   He’s still not sure how to feel about the whole   ‘ Father’s Day ’   thing, considering he has one free-living daughter and all his other children are either exiled, imprisoned, or enslaved.

                   Honestly the #1 Dad mug would have felt like a colossal slap in the face from pretty much anyone else.

                   It’s from Theta though, and he ends up laughing quietly at the gifts, shaking his head in affectionate amusement. The boy was always so earnest, and honestly... he’s inclined to accept compliments from close friends ( closer than blood ). Even if he doesn’t quite feel deserving.

                “ I don’t even like donuts, ”   he mutters to himself, smirking, and reads the note for the second time. Then he tucks it into his sleeve because he’s not quite ready to file it away in earnest yet, and prepares a pot of tea for his new cup.

[silvertonguedgod-archived]

🔪 reverse [[ I saw the call for angst. It is my siren call. Stab him wherever you like~ I was going to say nonlethal but he's pretty hard to kill so ]]

It’s no fun unless someone gets hurt

He had warned Theta about appearing suddenly and unexpectedly. He had warned him... hadn’t he?

In any case, it’s too late to concern himself with what had and had not been done. It’s too late to deflect the blame that he knows rests squarely on his shoulders. He catches Theta as he falls, and does not draw the blade from his stomach; to do so would only exacerbate the problem and speed the young Gallifreyan’s death. So he keeps it there and gently lowers him to the ground, kneels beside him, horror and apology written on his sharp features.

“Theta!” he whispers, hoarse with a sort of sympathetic shock. “Theta, listen to me. I need to step into the next room for my medical kit; breathe as steadily as you can, and do not close your eyes. I’ll only be gone a moment.”