@thetnth sent : ❛ you’re lucky you got away with only a scratch. ❜
FOR A PASSING MOMENT , the master is found eerily . . silent. he cradles his arm while brown eyes flicker erratically — appearing unable to settle between the doctor's own. thinking. thinking. burning. thinking. repulsion had long settled in the pits of his stomach , ever since he found himself . . rescued . . from a situation he was certain he had pressed deep under his thumb. no. they knew they did. one hundred percent, and then some. so finding himself in the doctor's tardis AND on the receiving end of such ( sentimental ? ) pitiful notions only nurtured the disgust.
his fingers burned, his body thrumming — threatening to ignite an untamed spark. they were constricting their own arm without a thought, knuckles threatening to whiten.
❝ i had everything under control . ❞ he . . didn't, not really anyway. he was certain he did — . . . but reality often found itself in conflict with their assertions. a flaw in the system if you asked them. ❝ there's nothing lucky about you trying to save the day, doctor . ❞ he says, following up with a scoff which does nothing to take away the bitter taste his words held. swallow them whole, rage and all.
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& bon appetite














