#tempusavia

[marriage and romance || accepting]

For a moment, Missy just... lay there, allowing herself to let her head rest against The Doctor's chest, listening to the slow, sleepy rhythm of the other Timelady's hearts. It was still, technically, late. But she could sense the sun just below the soft curve of the horizon, and the moonlight glittering off the face of the ring now nestled against her finger was faint, like a distant suggestion of silver.

She slipped quietly from The Doctor's arms, doing her best to ignore the sharp aching of her hearts and her head. Just her head. She was used to the others, and she had lived with them long enough that she could pretend not to feel it. The way this particular round of teasing hurt.

"It was fun while it lasted," Missy murmured, pressing a kiss to The Doctor's forehead as she slept. "But let's face it, darling... You're old enough to know better by now... No, no... No tears, Doctor... Let's not make a fuss... Just let me go... Let me go, Doctor... No need to resist any more... it's alright... Just let me go..."

[secret relationships: caught and confronted || accepting]

"Mother, PLEASE," John's cheeks went scarlet, and he waved a hand at her to try to quiet her down.

[dark and angsty starters || accepting]

"Fuck you."

The words came out like acid, like the low and furious snarl of a wounded and wild thing.

"Don't shut you out?" Missy hissed, staring incredulously at The Doctor. "Don't shut YOU out?! You self righteous old bitch! Don't shut you out? When that is ALL you have done, all you have EVER done since we left the bloody Academy? The number of times I have WAITED for you! CHANGED for you! Played your silly little games, been EXACTLY what you wanted, done everything you have TOLD ME to do! And STILL it is not enough! And what do you do?! Shut me out, and run! Shut me out, and RUN! ENOUGH! I am TIRED. I am THROUGH. DON'T YOU DARE!"

She turned her back on the other Timelady, as the tears began to spill down her cheeks.

[touch my muse || accepting]

A sudden lump formed in Missy’s throat, and she had to blink hard as the corners of her eyes seemed to spark and burn.

Silly Doctor. Always trying to get her to be so soft, to convince her to let her guard down.

All the same, Missy gave the other Timelady’s hand the faintest squeeze in return, the corner of her lips quirking up into the ghost of a smile.

“Hello, Doctor.”