#badwolfpetals

"I know, I know…it’s not like you haven’t made it perfectly clear at this point," he replied bitterly. He  was leaned back against the walls of the Tardis, hands in his pockets as he looked away from her, his gaze determined.

Send a “Confess” for how my muse feels about yours.

I’m losing you, and I’m scared.

Every day you’re drifting farther and farther away and I don’t know what to do. Nothing I say helps, and nothing hurts more than hearing your harsh words declare the same things that I try so hard not to believe. It’s not you, you don’t really mean it, I keep saying to myself but if there anyone I can’t hold my defenses against, it’s you my love.

Do you understand what you are doing to me? I was born with one heart and I gave it to you and nothing means more to me in the world than your laugh, your warmth, your acceptance. You made me and you can undo me. I’m being pulled apart layer by layer, all the lies I’ve told myself being peeled away to reveal something inside that’s so cold and vulnerable and nothing like the Doctor you deserve.

The Doctor tried to focus on his work, sitting in his room at his desk, a handful of tools, equipment and the various electronics he was building for Torchwood's use. But his heart wasn't into it, wandering instead to the next room over where Rose was holed up doing who knows what.

He respected her wishes to be alone but he couldn't help but feel like Rose was avoiding him. They were drifting away from one another; dinners were becoming more quiet, nights passed uneventfully, and little more than words of work passing between them.

He couldn't do this anymore. Two years with her, two wonderful glorious years and he couldn't just stand by and watch it all fall apart. He thought that maybe she just needed some space, but it's been like this long enough that he knew that he should have done something sooner.

With the wedding coming up soon, he couldn't just let it sit.

Finally he left his workshop and made his way to Rose's door, knocking gently but firmly.

Oh this was going to be so much fun. He had been so excited when he first thought of the game, simple in principle but there could be so many different results. He sat calmly with his back against the console, looking at the two victims he had crudely tied to the railings surrounding the controls: Rose Tyler and Allie Noble.

Beside him the Doctor was trapped in a small circular force field and the crazy metacrisis turned to him with a wild grin.

"Your lost love, or the daughter of your best friend? You get to leave my Tardis safely with one of them- or neither." He casually flipped off the safety of his gun, aiming down the sight at one then the other before . "And we start...now. 60...59..."

Send my muse a scent and see how they’ll react to it.

"Quaker’s Instant Oatmeal. Busy mornings when we didn’t have time to have a proper meal before work if we wanted any decent amount of sleep. You just add some hot water or milk to the stuff and you eat it like cereal, except it has bits of fruit in it and I like it a lot more than cereal.