#thetax

The glazed eyes of the lonely god snapped into focus, drawn away from the timeline he was watching. As gentle as the trickster had become, there was ferocity amid the confusion in his stare, determined to protect the Tree. Who was this impossible visitor? The box looked Midgardian, but no human could be standing here without his extended protection.

"This has not always been my purpose, no," he answered. "Who are you and how did you get here?"

He did not move yet, but he could if it were necessary. So long as his cape remained connected.

With a slowness that can only be brought on by drama, XI emerges from beneath the console to blink at his husband with an unimpressed stare. A puff of smoke billows up after him, which doesn't change his expression in the least.

"No nothing untoward whatsoever," he says, deadpan. "If we end up walking on the ceiling again, I'm putting you in an enclosure."

After whiling away the hours on a few little adventures and cheeky exploits, they had eventually returned to her quarters in the Citadel, neither of them wanting to be away so long that they would have to be corralled back. They were both watched and for reasons neither had yet shared with the other.

“You know, if you don’t have somewhere else to be, you could stay for a while if you like? We could, I don’t know, watch something? I’ve got tons of films I’ve never seen. They sent them to me.” By they she meant the Time Lords in general, more specifically it would have been the Doctor. “They’d be more fun with someone else.”

Jackalope: Tag someone who picked you up when you were down.

@redemptivexheroics. He’s my best friend on here and I don’t think I would’ve stuck around for as long as I have without him. He’s always able to make me feel better when I’m feeling down and out. Always able to make me laugh and I appreciate him so much. 

Dragon: Tag someone who you see as really dedicated to their muse.

Oh that’s a tie between @ask-xi and @theta-x. I’ve known them since before I came to tumblr and they are simply amazing when it comes to their muses. They are brilliant and I wish I was as good as writers and such as them. I love them dearly. 

Werewolf: Tag someone who is one-in-a-million and comes through when you need them.

Thanks to @theta-x for this one! 

For when you and Amber get together: if you're doing a voice recording, I have no specific question but please ramble about your muses! Talk about the dynamic between Amy and Kos; how they've developed since first meeting; where you'd like to see them go in the future; any particular plots you'd like to explore with them either together or as a wider part of Gallifrey.

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0IZUf11yUd3 

“I’m taking a survey. Are birds cooler than monkeys? Secondary, are there such things as monkey birds? Or bird monkeys?” She laughed. “Or do you know somethin even better than that? You’ve got all the coolest friends.”

The likelihood of X perceiving this as a trap was extremely high. She had done little to dissuade him of the fact, allowing herself to be tracked so easily. However she had done him the courtesy of waiting in neutral territory: a closed outdoor café on a rooftop; a summer midnight of a European-like country on a far-off world.

Months had gone by where Missy had enjoyed the most power she had ever experienced, the combined capabilities of Rassilon’s Gauntlet and the cluster of malevolent voices that made up the Dark Matrix. They gave her an invincibility; a freedom she had long sought. She had it all, and it was so empty. Her mind had been feeling like an hourglass with the sands of her control slowly trickling away. The less resolute she was in her thoughts, the stronger the will of the Dark Matrix became. They were angry with her, hateful that she had stolen them from the mind of the Doctor, that she laughed at their desires and ignored them so readily.

Despite all her games and schemes something underneath had been broken since regeneration. Even before the last. Ironic, really, that the Time War had done something to the Doctor and her both. It almost stopped her from blaming him for what he had done to her family. Maybe it had. Hadn’t she caused the deaths of so many of his favourite little homo sapiens? She had killed him at least twice. Even after the things he had done she wanted the dance back, and he wasn’t using the same steps. Was he even dancing with her anymore at all?

Can’t you just try to stop me like you used to? Fight me, give me an excuse to rain hell upon you for the giggles. Anything but whatever this is.

The latest change had come after further visits off-dimension. He had been so fond of checking in on other Doctors, so why shouldn’t she indulge in a similar courtesy? Missy had found other versions of herself, a series of near-identical realms and followed them to their end. Each and every one had the same result. She had not stopped thinking about it since.

When her invitee arrived on the rooftop, Missy did not turn. Her hands, one gauntleted and one bare, rested on the railing overlooking the town. Behind her there was a lit tealight in the centre of the nearest table.

“Do you ever think about the mistake he made? What it meant for the both of us down the line?”