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      —— Charlie rarely let anyone touch her hair – it was a deep-set trauma, one she never spoke about. Only Maxim was trusted with it.

   But this was different. This was nice.

   It was STRANGE, to be catching a train across Boston just as the sun was coming up. It was a sharp juxtaposition from running across the universe, fighting wars, liberating people – it was nice, she thought, to just…

      Be human.

   Not a human fighting for her life. Not a human SCRAPING by, or hurting. Just a human, a girl out on the town with her best friend.

   The train was almost empty, the sky a soft grey – the sun was about to peek up over the HORIZON as they made their way across the city to get home. She was exhausted, curled up against his side with her head resting on his shoulder. Affectionately, he had started to stroke her head, fingers softly running through the dense, fair coils — and, for once, Charlie didn’t pull away or swat at him. Instead, she closed her eyes and curled up a little tighter.

a meme i meant to do on munday but then forgot about (accepting)

Badly describe my muse in my inbox.

“—- you’ve mentioned it a few times, yeah”

          He wears the face of a man resigned to his garbage fate on this garbage planet with a garbage housemate.

    “A few is not enough.” replied the other resident of the trash planet on which they made their ( hopefully temporary ) trash homestead. Even the bread was pretty much just garbage, left floating about in space.

    Well. At least the planet made the Doctor seem just a little less like trash himself. The Master questioned whether or not that was a good thing, to improve his thoughts on his former friends when what he had to compare him to what was literally the crumpled up, used kleenex in the Universe’s pocket.

      Words, words, WORDS. He always had a million responses, a way of manipulating people by making himself seem so APOLOGETIC. It almost worked.

         Almost.

   Charlie was too hysterical by that point to really pull herself from it. She had never felt so completely betrayed by him -- like her whole universe was falling apart. Despite the fact they were having this conversation blowout in the narrow, winding alley in mid-twentieth century POPLAR, she made no issues about launching herself at him. With all her might, she shoved him, staggering back on bare feet over the brickwork.

            “You destroyed my LIFE!”

   Tears were streaming down her face. Her daughter was inside, the little toddler blissfully unaware of what was going on.

         “You have no idea the things that happened to me BECAUSE OF YOU.”

   Again, she launched at him, pushing him back against the wall of the bordering building. The impact would have been painful, to say the least.

      “I can never, ever see my family again, I can’t ever SLEEP AT NIGHT because of you, because you don’t care about who suffers from your choices. So long as YOU get yours, so long as you don’t have to see.”

   That time, she swung at him, aiming for his jaw. She was so terribly hurt by this revelation, that the only person she had left that she could TRUST had been the cause of everything wrong in her life.

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   Charlie pulled a rather revolted face at the box he was holding before shrugging.

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   At first, she did as she was told, although she couldn’t say why. After a moment, sense seemed to return to her, and she leaned around him, giving a loud, intentionally derisive stage whisper.