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The Master never in his thousands of years dreamt he’d be the sort of person to impart comfort to others.  That dream shriveled like a sickly limb the moment the Doctor ran from his life. 

Even so, here he stands with a child he’s taken in as his own, a child of Earth’s Russia betrayed by his own people, and not for the first time, the renegade Time Lord is amused by the irony that the Slavs of earth took his own name for a death God of their most peculiar lore. 

Still, at this moment, he feels far from deadly, as he gently kneads the boy’s neck and shoulders, easing the physical agonies that so often seize him.

Charlie looked at him. “You’re worried if I locked the door? I can pick lock it you know. But it’s fine. I came through the window which you did leave unlocked again.” He said in his eye sight so he could read his lips. One of these days he was just going to get arrested for climbing though a window of a friend’s house. Especially if they were deaf and disable like Alexi. God that would look terrible.

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    “i’m chuck bass. that’s above any royalty, your highness.” 

            “ I MEAN YOU NO ILL WILL, you know. ”

   Charlie’s Russian wasn’t the best, but supposedly trying was worth more than technical skill. She just had to HOPE that she wasn’t completely butchering it to the point that her meaning was lost.

      “ Honestly, I’m a friend, I promise.”