#dottoray

@dottoray: wiggles his tongue at baizhu. you want a lick too ? (;

slim,   begloved   fingertips   snap   upwards   in   a   surprisingly   quick   motion   for   once   so   ill,   yanking   the   ornamental   hairpin   from   his   neat   tresses   with   flourish.   tip   falling   away,   he   brandishes   it,   a   hiss   falling   past   pink   lips.   

     "         get   that   thing   away   from   me   or   so   help   me   gods,   i   will   make   you   into   a   blue   omelette-            "

✧. ┊ @dottoray sent It scrambled into the room on all fours, its hackles risen, fur bristling. It was an erroneous creature in so many ways, all four paws elongated into hooked claws, its maw hung ajar, huffing furiously and its solitary eye glowed red with exasperation. Then, it darted across the room in a flurry of paws and fur before landing gracelessly in a heap upon the desk. it was so high up off the ground ,  since when had it been so -  enormous ?  just how small was he.   It shook the impact off, fluffed out its pelt and glowered at pantalone its tail lashing back and forth as if he were the source of all the wrong in this tiny creature's world.

𝗣𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗕𝗢𝗨𝗧 on the marble-tiled floors before he had seen the creature itself. its tell-tale blue pelt and singular oculus struck a chord with him, unfortunately a chord that was frequently played within him. il dottore. how... sweet. sweet, if knife-like claws and snapping jaws could be considered as such. the banker watched the plume land on his desk in a messy splat, scattering papers every which way. his brow quirked in slight irritation ― he'd just gotten to eleven's expenses and was in the process of writing up an embargo on his accounts, something he'd been looking forward to it all day  ― but he swallowed it down. ❛ quite the predicament you've gotten yourself into, doctor, ❜ pantalone chimed as he removed his rings one by one ( only to be knocked off the desk and flung across the room by its lashing tail ) and lifted up the small creature into his arms. 

      He's always had a peculiar relationship with Dottore considering how many segments tend to exist. Having some sort of positive relationship with each one to some extent... However.... He's never been sure about this one... Wasn't this a segment that tended to be a little bit more unhinged than normal?

@dottoray

Il Dottore is a man of many talents, but keeping his excitement regarding experiments wasn’t one of them. No, of course, it was a joke. She could understand his approach, and she could judge it simultaneously; her golden gaze followed him without any concern, disgust, or anticipation. It simply followed, without stop and without interruption. Their so-called dance in the laboratory was quite intriguing as they worked on their own research, her study of other newfound abilities was far more essential but she found herself bored again. 

The glimpses shared, the offers to study each other brought up, the lingering touch and the smirks shown to each other. His crazed smile would showcase the sharp teeth, the very jaws that could easily bite off a chunk and leave another to bleed. She didn’t find such a grotesque and inelegant way fun, but was there true fun for her in this type of research? No, what mattered was the result but Dottore was different. He was energetic, pursuing the very ambitions he was going after. His goal was, too, selfish in its end. So selfish that many gods would find his disgusting, but she found him so truly human despite the atrocities performed. It was intriguing to watch him proceed, and it was even more fun seeing how their interactions would go on. 

It is what she smirks in his face, all too satisfied with the tension reaching its peak as she was pushed to sit on the operation table. He wishes to open her up? To explore what happened to the body merged with an ancient abyssal beast? Oh, but she will not let him. Their games were all too fun, she enjoyed causing distress within those who came across her. Even now, with his hand on her thigh, with such force keeping her from closing her legs as he stood between them to not let her escape. Oh, but snakes were slippery creatures that could escape from many but she did not wish to do it. This closeness was exciting, wasn’t it? The insane geniuses, the exalted humans, the outcasts and the ones who dwell in the forbidden knowledge with their arms tainted in blood. 

And he is unrelenting, never understood and never grasped with his views and his ideas. It’s intriguing, a mystery in the open. So open yet so closer, a mix of paradoxes that just begged to be solved. He was mirroring her confident smirk, those teeth of his would be able to bite off a chunk of meat like a beast but she knew he wouldn’t dare to do it right now. Zarina hated that inelegant approach, she was still a woman of class. Just like his hold, hers was just as rough as she’d grasp his jaw to not allow him to look away. They are rough and unfair and cursed, they are beasts of their own in the bodies they’ve turned immortal through choice or not. Zarina’s bloody red lips, her lipstick was all too befitting, and Dottore’s eyes shined brightly in that familiar, dangerous light. This tension, this moment, this breathtaking picture of desire and chains. 

“You cannot kiss me until I tell you? Aw,” she laughs under her breath, finding sick satisfaction in how he did not close the gap yet because of how she was exerting her own strength against his. Her serpentine eyes gleamed, meeting his in that tainted fascination. Ah, but this closeness was too alluring and who was she if not someone who wanted to indulge? “If you bite me, I will punish you.” 

She doesn’t think he’ll take that as a threat, more of a promise but who knew what was going on Il Dottore’s head to want to kiss someone who told him of the draining of elemental energy? It’s fun, isn’t it? To take something that you’re not supposed to and to do what was forbidden. It’s the nature of humanity, to reach out for something they don’t know and to own it. It’s why the way the distance between their lips is erased remained neither sweet nor beautiful. It was a breaking point, it was hungry and it was raw. As if beasts breaking out of the chains to indulge in the feast of what they were denied for so long. Their kiss was deep, but harsh. So harsh, in fact, that someone bites the lower lip too harshly to bring in the taste of metal and blood into this kiss. It’s sick, it’s sweet, it’s bitter, it’s everything and nothing. It’s the sinister path of humanity towards forbidden treasures but it is also the final stretch towards what was wanted for too long. 

CLIMBS ALL OVER HIM