She Smiles

Doctor Who + Reductress Headlines (2/?)

+ Bonus, because we all know the truth

Words

“Don’t worry about it. I was already awake.”

“I broke the lock. You were screaming.”

“Hey, last night… Are you okay?”

“How long have you been having nightmares like this?”  

“Talk to me.”

“Let me stay. I can make you breakfast in the morning.” 

“How long have I been out?”

“What happened?”

“Hey - hey! Hey! It’s me! [Name], it’s me, hey.”

“Was it the same as last time?”

“Strange place to fall asleep.”

“Do you … live here?”

“Would it help if I stayed?”

“You were already asleep, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“It calmed you down, I think.” 

“You’re safe. It’s okay, I promise you, you’re safe. You need to stop fighting them.”

“I’m sorry, I know, I’m trying to help you. I want to help you, you’re hurt, I’m - god, I’m sorry, please go back to sleep.”

Actions

(Feel free to change which muse does what by adding names, etc!)

[TALK] - for receiver’s muse to be talking in their sleep.

[AWAKE] - for our muses to be lying awake together, neither one of them able to get (back?) to sleep.

[JOLT] - for receiver’s muse to jolt awake after a nightmare, possibly being held/talked to by sender’s muse.

[HURT] - for receiver’s muse to be half-conscious after an injury, and not able to keep their nightmares separate from reality.

[SOOTHE] - for sender to comfort receiver’s muse while they’re having a nightmare, trying to keep receiver asleep.

[TUCK] - for sender to find receiver’s muse asleep somewhere and tuck them in with a blanket (or jacket, etc)

[QUESTION] - for sender’s muse to check whether receiver’s muse is Okay, in the morning after a nightmare, in a wordless way (touching their arm, etc)

“ I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me ”

“Are you just talk or are going to follow through with it?” Normally it was a tough act to get the Master’s attention when he was bent over his latest project, fiddling with shiny metal pieces, wires and… other thingamabobs. Now that strangling was brought up however, he couldn’t put down his precicion tools and take off his welding goggles fast enough.

Murder and vengeance was right up his alley. His hobbyhorse so to speak. Asphyxiation in particular, for it reminded him of how he choked the life out of the last person who thought they could use him.

The breath caught abruptly in Bill’s throat at her slip up, and the smile abruptly vanished from her face. She turned away from The Master, not wanting him to see the way the tears rose up in her eyes. “Sorry,” she muttered, angrily swiping at the offending drops with her sleeves. “Sorry, I just-...”

She forced herself to take a deep breath. “I dunno what to do,” she admitted, and the anger in her voice surprised even her. “I’ve spent all this time chasing The Doctor and-... I mean what if I’m wrong? What if he’s moved on, or he doesn’t want me back, or-... What if he left me back there on purpose? I spent all this TIME, you know? Waiting, and waiting, and waiting... and now, I dunno if I want to hug him or kill him! ‘s not like I can do both, can I. I have to choose and... if I get it wrong... that’s it, then, isn’t it. I’m not like you, Master, I don’t get... second chances, and new faces, this is it for me. If I start tearing worlds apart, give into all that anger, that’s who I am, isn’t it. Forever. What if I get through with The Doctor, and then I can’t stop? If I can’t put a lid on it? If all of... this... HATE... never goes away? What do I do then? What if I’m exactly the sort of monster everybody thinks I am, and all it took was The Doctor to bring it out of me?”

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