#qknows

missy laughs, a delightful little cackle that escapes as she reaches out to snatch back the pointy stick she'd been carving, shooting a furtive look at tall, dark, and greying who reminds her far too much of a certain doctor. and she hates it. she twists the stick in her hands thoughtfully, kicking up a bit of gravel as she paces. considering. her eyes narrow briefly before she turns on him again.

Was she afraid?⠀At times.⠀At certain points, as she tried to figure out what the hell Q had done, fear walked alongside her in the empty ship, a tangible friend in the endless empty rooms.⠀It left her too, though.⠀Chased away by excitement and curiosity;⠀she would start down a curious lane, and when the shadows shifted, it didn't come rushing back to grip her chest in its cold grip, it left her alone.

Christine should have been more scared.⠀Looking back, she can see clearly all the times she had danced along the edge of the precipice with a smile on her lips.

❛⠀⠀⠀Of course I was!⠀ ⠀ ❜⠀ ⠀she lies crossing her arms over her chest, the realization of the strangeness of her actions almost presenting as fear.

“ i was summoned. ” stepping inside the lord chamberlain’s rooms, christopher gives it a long once-over, all at once being reminded, in the opulence, of why he had run away from this life. it could have been him, standing on the other side of the table, playing with people as they were pieces of chess.