#deathxproof

Children. Children. Children.

After her stint as a nanny, Missy found herself softened to the concept of children as a whole, being on the whole more tolerant of their shenanigans -- they were, after all, fully capable of matching her chaos.

"I have to keep her safe," she mused aloud, snapping shut her cameo brooch. She marched forward with her head down and did not notice the man standing there until she collided with him.

Send “💉💉” to find my muse drugged and tied to a chair after being tortured and missing

Dark wasn't unaccustomed to being tortured. It wasn't any different from anything else he'd experienced, or even done himself. Or so thought. This lot was more skilled and knew what they were doing and it hurt.

The first thing they had done was stick needles in just the right spots so that his body couldn't move, so that when they actually started with the torture, he couldn't do anything about the pain he was feeling. Couldn't even get himself to scream. Couldn't do anything as he felt the prick of different needle, injecting something that he didn't quite see.

Then Koschei came and what they did didn't matter. He could feel the other hold him in a warm embrace, take out of the acupuncture needles and start to lead him out. Make promises that everything was over. It was sadly, just a moments reprieve. Because all he did was open his eyes and he was back in the same chamber, broken and bruised.

What he'd seen was an illusion, with no mental connection. The drugs must have done that too. He tried to reach out to his real husband but there was nothing. Nothing but silence. Just him and his captors.

So by the time Koschei found him, he was bruised and broken, there were wide open wounds that wouldn't heal. At the moment Dark could barely feel the brush of connection that came with being in the proximity of each other.

If the other were real, he would feel how much pain he was in and he didn't want that for him.

It was an interesting dilemma. The other should revolt him. They'd spent years constantly being a thorn in each others side. Not to mention they were on completely different sides on the morality spectrum.

The Doctor, ever the hero of the universe and especially of earth. On the opposite side; The Master, who took every chance he got to try and destroy what just that. All a grand ploy to get his attention.

Did he revolt him though? No, the Doctor couldn't say with certainty that he did. Despite the fact that he was wearing Rory's face.

"You should revolt me," He admitted out loud, though he couldn't get himself to look at the other time lord. "You're wearing Rory's face, you've done a lot of things that would earn it. "

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The Time War raged on above in the heavens.

Braxiatel looked up at the night sky, watching the battles dance across the sea of black in explosions of colours. One could almost call it beautiful if they didn't know what was truly happening up in the sky. If they were ignorant of the horrors that were taking place on both sides.

He needed to return to the front lines. He had been summoned once more by his people, but he had been outright defying them. They can't keep calling him at their beck and call when they felt like it. He had seen what the Time War can do, what it has done, and the pain and devastation it leaves in its wake. He didn't like it. He didn't like what it was doing to the universe.

A rare experience had occurred to Irving Braxiatel. He was completely and utterly terrified. Terrified at an event such as the Time War being so far out of his control. Terrified that he can't keep the people he cared about safe. Terrified that he couldn't control the Time-Lines.

He closed his eyes as he heard a TARDIS materialize next to his own proud TARDIS. This was it. They had found him. The master of hide and seek had lost his game.

SEND ❃ FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION TO YOUR MUSE FLIRTING WITH THEM

Missy was caught off guard for a second. Not because it wasn't the first time any of them had flirted with each other. In fact, they'd done that once. Different faces, different time. But the end result still ended up in her death, but it also lead to this master's death too.

She mentally tried to assess if he was being serious or not. However, based on what little time she'd spent with alternate master, she could feel there was something genuine.

"Did you just give me a compliment? My we have really changed." Try as she might, with this faces complexion, she couldn't hide the blush that clashed with pale skin. Instead, she simply acted like it wasn't happening. "It's been a long time since I've been complimented and everyone in Baltimore would prefer if I, Freddie Lounds, didn't exist. So this is...nice."