#lostthetimewar

Cold. He felt cold. And wet. Why was he wet? He could feel...waves washing over his feet, and the tangy smell of salt water and ocean filling his nose. Speaking of which, he started coughing as he realised his airway was filled with water and he’d not taken a proper breath in what must have been hours. He must have looked dead to anyone passing by. Any normal Time Lord would have suffocated ages ago, but not him. Not the undead and nearly unkillable creature that he was. Koschei finally drew a proper breath and spat out the remaining sea water. Why the bloody hell was he in the sea, or washed up at the beach as it seemed, he could feel sand under his fingers. 

her sister hanging on the wall.

The Curator gasped: the fragile page under her fingers cracked. Her faulty temper's fault. But in just a second that was the minor of her problems.

It was sudden: violent, almost as an explosion. Out of nowhere --out of time-- a TARDIS appeared in the office, colliding with one of the bookshelves that immediately fell down, leaving basically chaos on the floor. The Curator...

Was speechless and only managed to close her book.

This was far more interesting.

The Master gulped and opened his eyes. Dammit, he hadn’t to fall asleep, but the sun was so nice and bright, it made him drowsy. Especially because he’d had trouble sleeping since he came onto the Doctor’s TARDIS. He’d always sneak around and try to catch some sleep when he knew the Doctor would definitely be asleep and not walk in on him. The reason why being he didn’t want to take his binder off around the Doctor. Ever. He hadn’t told the Doctor yet, didn’t know how, no matter how long they traveled together the Master still couldn’t open up. 

The impromptu ‘picnic’ on this nice planet was quite relaxing, and after they’d consumed their meal and leaned back to just bask in the sun the Master had dosed off. He couldn’t help it really, and he was fully clothed so there wasn’t any real danger. That was until he moved and his shirt slid up enough to expose a few inches of his lower abdomen and his scars. A few symmetrical incisions on each side of his stomach, not terribly obvious but visible enough to anyone looking. He felt the Doctor’s hand trace over them and he quickly pushed his shirt back down to cover them. 

that fucked me up and I own the song, thanks thoschei for being angst hell

His words had her eyes widening, the fears running through her. If the brakes weren’t working, then she knew they’d crash, which she wasn’t so sure of. If they landed somewhere safe, they would be okay, but it was hard to navigate where they were going. “Don’t kill us!” Her hands held onto the side of the console as she focused on her breathing. It was hard to keep herself calm, because she was so scared of what was to come. They had no way of stopping themselves before they crashed, nor did they have a way of keeping themselves safe. Her life was beginning to flash before her eyes, though she knew she was being dramatic. She had been in a crash before and survived.