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Both

BOTH???

im so scared of drag path part 2 but im too invested to i will be SAT for brimmy to haunt qifrey's narrative in the dead wife/worst nightmare way with the vibes im getting

Ps do the apprentice quatret ever wonder about the locked room in the atelier (and hage they tried getting into it because knowing how kids are 💥)

N e ways All the love to u bro i hope ur pillows are cold and ur wifi is fast

no comments on your very astute observation... you'll just have to wait and see teehee 🙈 BUT YES the first time coco manages to convince agott to help them open the locking seal on the forbidden door while qifrey is away at the tower... but they barely manage to catch a glimpse of a neatly made bed and stacks of books at a desk before their master comes flying back, wild eyed and panting. when he sees them with their hands on the door, he looks almost... disappointed for a second. and then he gets frighteningly angry—angrier than they've ever seen him—and he's halfway through yelling at them when he suddenly crumples like someone's punched him. and then the look on his face just melts into one of deep anguish, followed by grief, as though he is almost on the verge of crying, before he sends them to their rooms... eventually he apologises for overreacting over dinner, but they promise among themselves to never bring up the locked door to him ever again (agott ignores coco for a week)

at night, when coco goes to fetch some water from the kitchen, she spots her master standing silently in hallway, simply staring at the door in the dark. she goes back to her room without the water.

the sky above is grey. cloudlessly. but it’s not what you see most clearly. qifrey covers you like a blanket, his forearms in the damp riverbed on either side of your head, body held aloft to avoid crushing you too badly.

you wonder if you ought to be warier of this positioning. in a few years, maybe.

for now, you only blink. the water doesn’t land on him. magic. and covering you the way he is, it doesn’t land on you, either.

“are you all right, little apprentice?” he asks.

“yes. I think so.”

his hair is like the clouds he channeled into crushing a dragon, you think. soft and white, and without thinking, you lift your arms and bury your hands in his hair. he blinks at you, one indigo eye as blue as the river around you both.

“apprentice?”

“sorry,” you mumble.

you wonder if it’s something done in the aftermath of violence or destruction. to hold onto what comforts you. in this case, you know it’s qifrey himself. your master; your protector.

He'd sit cross-legged with you in his lap, back flush against his chest, talking you through a new and frustrating spell. "There's no need to rush. I'm right here."

He'd sit beside your bed, gently brushing his knuckles under your eyes and ridding your face of tears, talking you through a breathing exercise. "It was just a dream. It's alright, you can go back to sleep now. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here."

He'd slide his palm between your shoulder blades, pulling your torso right off the bed and pressing your naked chest against his as he pants into your neck, somehow managing to talk you through the euphoric stretch all the while choking on his own moans. "Shh, I know, I know, I feel it too. I know you can—shit, you're squeezing—I know you can take it all. Just relax, okay? I'm right here."