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"I spent a lot of time with you thinking I was second best, but you know what? I am good."
"I-…" Her hearts ached within her chest as she looked to the detective and she wondered how many centuries it would take for her to heal from just a few simple words.
"I was under tha’ impression, yeah…I stand corrected."
lmao let’s play a game called i was gonna reply to your starter but twenty other people already replied and they were quality
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I’m never gonna see you again … before I go … John’s heart felt like it might beat right out of his body for fear of the Doctor’s words, but he couldn’t get his voice to work fast enough to ask what she meant before a golden light had suddenly surrounded her — and in his Doctor’s place there now stood someone completely different, a blonde girl with a new accent. He stepped backwards, away from her, mind unable to process what had just happened.
A few times he opened and closed his mouth, staring at her with a wide, distrustful gaze.
Suddenly the TARDIS didn’t feel like the right place for him to be, even if the ship itself hadn’t changed at all. He’d seen transmat beams before, that’s how he and the Doctor and Jacky had gotten stuck on Satellite 5, how he’d seen people get sent to God only knew where in that awful game, and he wondered if that hadn’t just happened to the Doctor he knew.
"Wh—who are you?" he asked of the young girl. "Where’s the Doctor?"
The Time Lady’s smile slowly faded and her brows furrowed. There was such distrust in her companion’s eyes that it was almost enough to make her hearts ache. Still, she buried down her hurt and disappointment so that she could maintain her confidence. It was going to take time and effort to make John trust her.
"John, ‘s me," she gestured to herself, gripping the lapels of her leather jacket for emphasis, “‘s the Doctor, I changed just now, right in front of you. Y’ saw it." The blonde took a light step towards him. "C’mon, you ‘ave t’ know ‘s me."
Her honey-colored hues had hope but also fear that since she’d regenerated…he’d no longer want to travel with her.
Put “Take Me” in my ask box and I’ll generate a number from 1-60 and give you a sentence starter! [Prompts are incredibly nsfw, possible trigger warnings apply!] Feel free to alter the sentence to suit your character (and their orientation/preferences!)
Points if don’t read below the cut before sending!!
The Master hated being rushed or tricked into situations like this. But above all he hated being called by his childhood name. It was simply a name that no longer fit his identity. No matter how hard he tried, he would never be Koschei again. That part of him was lost. Tortured and disfigured so much so that nothing remained. Nothing but the Master remained now. The cruel and cold Timelord hellbent on universal domination.
But, for now, he could pretend that he was still Koschei. Just for a little while, perhaps. And maybe even that the Doctor was still-
"Theta," he whispered in reply, staring deep into her eyes, ever so slight disbelief in his. "The feeling is mutual," he managed to say before their lips collided once more.
Even with her respiratory bypass, she pulled back from the kiss breathless as her hearts pounded within her chest. After all that she’d lost and with how broken she’d found herself, it was surreal to once again have that flutter within her stomach that only accompanied such things as excitement and even joy.
The last person she’d expected to see was also the last one she thought could ever be the one to give her hope.
As the Doctor met the Time Lord’s eyes, she reached forward and pressed one hand to his chest while her other one moved to cup his face.
"Will you come with me? Into th’ TARDIS?" She kept her voice soft, as if she were afraid that the Master would run if she spoke too loudly. "We’ve a lot to catch up on, it seems, and I could make us a cuppa if you’d like." When it was all said and done, perhaps she was meant to have her blue box and her once closest friend.