#thetnth

          FOR A PASSING MOMENT , the master is found eerily . . silent. he cradles his arm while brown eyes flicker erratically — appearing unable to settle between the doctor's own.  thinking. thinking. burning. thinking. repulsion had long settled in the pits of his stomach , ever since he found himself . . rescued . . from a situation he was certain he had pressed deep under his thumb. no. they knew they did.  one hundred percent, and then some. so finding himself in the doctor's tardis AND on the receiving end of such ( sentimental ? ) pitiful notions only nurtured the disgust.

          his fingers burned, his body thrumming — threatening to ignite an untamed spark. they were constricting their own arm without a thought, knuckles threatening to whiten.

          ❝ i had everything under control . ❞  he . . didn't, not really anyway. he was certain he did — . . . but reality often found itself in conflict with their assertions. a flaw in the system if you asked them. ❝ there's nothing lucky about you trying to save the day, doctor . ❞ he says, following up with a scoff which does nothing to take away the bitter taste his words held. swallow them whole, rage and all.

( ASSORTMENT OF DIALOGUE PROMPTS. )

"i think you owe me a house." it's said casually, like she won't really be mad if he doesn't come through. and she won't. really, she won't, it's alright.

mostly. she's going to have to find a house. she's got no money for the repairs, and it's weighing on her head like an anvil. what's life without something weighing on you, she supposes.

It was frustrating more than anything, Romana thought, as her cobbled-together time ship crashed rather violently to the ground.

She had known that her odds of a successful landing had been lower than was, strictly speaking, optimal. 53.8%, K9 had dilligently informed her before she had decided to take the risk. She had just thought that she could manage it - that she could successfully pull off the one jump, and then scavenge for further parts where she landed.

Now, however, it seemed that she didn't have much of a time ship left at all. Parts were strewn about the field she had crash-landed in, and it was a wonder that she had managed to escape the landing unscathed. She looked around her to assess the damage, and finally, her gaze landed on her companion, who had been far less lucky than Romana herself.

"K9!" She exclaimed, rushing over to the now smoking 'dog'. "Oh, I'm sorry. I should have listened to you."

The damage looked worse than it was, Romana suspected, but she still couldn't help but feel guilty. This was the cost of anthropomorphising ones computer, she supposed.

her wings aren't the flawless, pristine white one would expect from an angel. an outward manifestation of her soul, her wings are black and scarred, singed in places, and yet ? still beautiful in twisted sort of way. they bear the scars of her fall from grace so long ago. there's a sharp, involuntary inhale at the first brush of his fingers. she resists the instinctive desire to recoil from his touch --- too proud, even now -- remaining perfectly still, indulging his curiosity. her gaze trails his every move with a lazy sort of intensity; she's just as curious about him as he is, her.

"sorry, that was me."

"it gets ever so dull with nothing to do. sometimes you've got to haunt a place. just a little bit, you understand."

better if he thinks it was on purpose, instead of she accidentally spent a month trapped here once and tried not to be seen, and now everyone thinks the place is haunted.

one of the urban legends she's created, if she doesn't think about the part where she was trapped here.

❛⠀⠀you’ve been here one toaster bunny!⠀ ❜ ⠀ her precious toaster, a gift from her gran, hops around the kitchen, an actual carrot stuck in its metal teeth. the doctor arrived two hours ago, looking for his older self — something about an inferior, useless vortex manipulator and this was the last time he was flying coach, but he’d been ten minutes too late.

which wouldn’t be a problem if her doctor picked up his phone.

❛⠀⠀why don’t you go for a walk? or go visit a friend? how about a shopping trip, i know how much you like a gift shop and there is a great one by the chips shop!⠀ ❜