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Every beat of my hearts
For two centuries, he suffered, lost to the Time Lock, and it nearly destroyed him. He emerged from his prison a broken, vicious thing. He isn't healed, but he's found his life is not the ruin he expected.

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[Tortured meme] No no no. It was hard to say what was worse, watching the person he'd promised to protect be tormented like this, or the echoes of all that agony through the bond. Comforting his bondmate would help no one, so the Master focused on struggling in his bonds. It was only a matter of time before he got out, and heaven help them all when he was free.


andtheywillobeyme:

andtheywillobeyme:

Gallifrey, for all its achievements, was regrettably not without its share of violent crime, and the level of prejudice in the society it had created could only fuel its sicker perpetrators. While what physically happened to Omegas behind closed doors—or sometimes not so privately—was often considered to be their Alpha’s business, this was far, far worse.

"Keep it still!" One of them barked, two large hands immediately gripping his cracked and broken collarbones, forcing him back against the chair and sending a new wave of agony through the bond. Later, if he survived this, he’d be glad for the pain medication he’d found. Right now there was nothing coherent in his head, too far gone between terror and pain to even try to shield the Master the way he had in the beginning. Theta was incredibly battered, his throat raw from screaming as he writhed in his bonds. Nothing helped, not when every motion left his body singing in agony.

The blindfold hadn’t stopped the flow of tears down his cheeks, and he wasn’t even aware he’d been begging until another sharp cuff along his jaw stunned him into momentary silence, words tapering off into another sob.

"This one talks too much," another voice growled, presumably the one who had struck him.

"Cut out its tongue, then."

"Right."

 

It was easy enough to pick up on the ache of not being able to really curl up together, but it was likely because Theta felt it himself. Still, if he couldn’t wind around his bondmate physically, the bond always presented other options of which he could take advantage. It wasn’t a complete fix, but it was certainly good enough for now, and he curled around the Master’s thoughts as completely as he could manage.

"Probably not. But speaking of things your father might and might not care about, did you ever come up with any idea about who was behind the balcony falling apart? I honestly keep expecting him to come out of the woodwork to strangle me for it. He was pretty insistent." The medication worked quickly enough at least, the soreness fading a little even if it wasn’t numbed entirely and the tenseness around his eyes that had been present since he’d first woken began to ease. Definitely better. Although, he’d probably ask for that second half later, this was good enough for now. 

His eyes closed briefly under the kiss, and the tender gesture left him with a lopsided smile. “I’m holding you to that.”

Well, their bond was one solution at least. For the moment, the Master reveled in what connection they had, pressing closer and winding around Theta like a particularly affectionate cat. 

"Ah, about that. Well… I am admittedly sort of stuck. Definitely not an Alpha. Even if one of them had a motive to want me dead, which none of them do, that wasn’t a remotely effective way to do it. At best, I’d have regenerated, so there was a severe lack of education. Even if they were acting through one of their bondmates, they’d have made sure to have a better plan than hoping I fell off a balcony and died. That’s just silly…" The Master frowned as he came to the inevitable conclusion. "So it had to be an Omega, but I… I can’t think of anything I’ve done to any of them to make them want me dead. The only one I’ve ever even had regular contact with ever besides you was my mother."

He tried to shrug it off, though the topic of conversation twisted dangerously in his stomach. Theta made for a good distraction though, and he returned Cam’s expression fondly. “Good. All the more incentive to hurry up and get well.”

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  #things the Master likes    #slightly nsfw  
Hush


thetruththatshouldbe:

thetruththatshouldbe:

Cam bit his lower lip, couldn’t look the Master in the eye. “I’ve got 6 months tae live.”

 

He tried to imagine that he could feel the fluid in his veins, was it burning or icy cold? The truth was he couldn’t feel anything. Cam couldn’t pretend he believed that this lack-of-sensation would last. Truthfully, he was just glad that they were unpacking things.

"Oh-" Campbell smiled quite suddenly as he pulled out his favourite sweater - bright and airy and comfortable. "Thank ye. Thanks fer bringin’ that." He reached for the Master’s hand, sitting down on the crisp white bed.

The way Cam smiled made the Master immensely pleased he’d tried so hard to be thoughtful about what he brought. “I just thought… if we’re going to be here for a little while, especially with everything else you’ve got to deal with, you should have what comfort you can.” 

The Master curled his fingers between Cam’s, sitting down on the bed beside him. “It’s going to be fine, you know. It’ll be awful for a little while, and then you’ll be better. All this will be no more than an unpleasant memory.”

  #thetruththatshouldbe  
△ So, what exactly were you dreaming about that night with Theta? Details, boy, details!

Anonymous

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

 

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What the bloody hell do you think it was about? Generally speaking, sex dreams involve, you know, doing exactly that. There. Detailed enough for you?

  #Anonymous  
[Tortured meme] No no no. It was hard to say what was worse, watching the person he'd promised to protect be tormented like this, or the echoes of all that agony through the bond. Comforting his bondmate would help no one, so the Master focused on struggling in his bonds. It was only a matter of time before he got out, and heaven help them all when he was free.


andtheywillobeyme:

anechooffour:

andtheywillobeyme:

andtheywillobeyme:

Gallifrey, for all its achievements, was regrettably not without its share of violent crime, and the level of prejudice in the society it had created could only fuel its sicker perpetrators. While what physically happened to Omegas behind closed doors—or sometimes not so privately—was often considered to be their Alpha’s business, this was far, far worse.

"Keep it still!" One of them barked, two large hands immediately gripping his cracked and broken collarbones, forcing him back against the chair and sending a new wave of agony through the bond. Later, if he survived this, he’d be glad for the pain medication he’d found. Right now there was nothing coherent in his head, too far gone between terror and pain to even try to shield the Master the way he had in the beginning. Theta was incredibly battered, his throat raw from screaming as he writhed in his bonds. Nothing helped, not when every motion left his body singing in agony.

The blindfold hadn’t stopped the flow of tears down his cheeks, and he wasn’t even aware he’d been begging until another sharp cuff along his jaw stunned him into momentary silence, words tapering off into another sob.

"This one talks too much," another voice growled, presumably the one who had struck him.

"Cut out its tongue, then."

"Right."

 

"Oh, yeah," he replied, but in a way that suggested he was being confident about something he wasn’t entirely sure of, and it was only a second before he amended it. "Weeeell, mostly. At least seventy-five percent sure, but that works," he added upon the Master’s suggestion about taking the second half later. "Doesn’t take quite as much for me, in my experience. Not that a whole one would hurt, but half should be fine."

With his collarbones broken, and his forearm arm wrapped tight for a crack in the bone it was a bit difficult to pop the pill into his mouth as easily as he might have otherwise. He managed, though, the slight face he made the only obvious motion of discomfort. 

It would be a few minutes before it started to work, but already he was distracted by the Master’s motions with dragging another bed over. Proximity was definitely a good thing as far as he was concerned, and that certainly looked at least a bit more comfortable than the chair. “You know,” he began, grinning at his bondmate as he remembered the doctor’s earlier irritation, “as much as he hated me being in here, especially injured, I don’t know if he’d appreciate you using his beds so freely. I’m starting to think he’s mostly just possessive of his equipment. Besides, I might always contaminate you, too. We know that’s a risk.”

"Well, I’ll set it aside, just in case," the Master replied agreeably. The Alpha who would willingly acquiesce to their Omega was quite rare, but he trusted Theta implicitly. He didn’t want his bondmate in pain, but if he said it was alright, it was alright. 

If he hadn’t thought about putting the tablet in Theta’s hand before, he wasn’t blind. Quite the opposite, in fact, and he cringed when he realized his mistake. “Sorry. I’m sorry. Do you want me to grab you a glass of water?”

He remembered that much at least, how dry his mouth had felt, no matter how effective the pain medication was. The Master didn’t wait for an answer, abruptly swanning off to go fetch one, just in case. It ended up on the table beside the pile of books and things he’d brought, and deciding he’d gotten everything he could think of them possibly needing in the short term, he settled himself on the bed beside his Omega. 

"Yes, well… my house. He can deal with it." That wasn’t entirely true, but it was certainly more the Master’s than the doctor’s, so he wasn’t about to correct himself. He grinned widely as he continued to listen to Theta, playfully nudging against his bondmate’s mind with a pleasant memory of hopelessly entwined limbs and mouths just beginning to learn each other. "Much too late to do anything about that, I think."

"It’s—Master, you’re fine. Really. Still managed to take it, didn’t I? Not too bad," Theta tried to reassure, watching the Master as he rushed off. He wasn’t sure if he heard him, but it was worth saying. It had hurt, of course, but it wasn’t worth an apology and didn’t really want to tell him that having a dry mouth sounded better than the idea of lifting his head to drink something when the Master had already left to find a glass of water.

Still, he felt better when he returned. Much better, considering his bondmate was likely a bit more comfortable on the bed beside him than in the chair and he glanced over, flashing him a grin. “Guess he’ll have to. Unless he decides to complain to your father about it, but somehow I don’t think you commandeering a bed in the medical wing is a big enough issue to warrant his attention.”

The Omega chuckled at the memory, rolling his eyes. “Too late, indeed. All you’re doing now is making me regret not being able to move.”

He didn’t try to force the glass on Theta at least. The Master had had the foresight to get icecubes as well, in case his bondmate couldn’t drink, and he was sure if he mucked around with it enough, he’d figure out how to sit up the top part of the bed. Not that he was sure he could do it without hurting Theta in the process, so probably better leave it. 

For the moment, he was perfectly happy to wriggle his way under the covers, quietly lamenting that they weren’t under them together. It tended to be much more pleasant that way. “No. I don’t suppose my father cares much about hospital beds.”

He leaned over pressing a kiss to Theta’s forehead. “Well, we can just make up for lost time later.”

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Hush


thetruththatshouldbe:

thetruththatshouldbe:

Cam bit his lower lip, couldn’t look the Master in the eye. “I’ve got 6 months tae live.”

anechooffour:

Well, at least Cam wasn’t stuck in a hospital room, or worse, going to die. As difficult as all this promised to be, the fact that his lover should live through it was enough to make him happy. They’d had plenty of tragedy between the two of them, and he wasn’t sure he could take anymore when he’d only just gotten Cam back. 

"How long do you anticipate us being here?" he ventured eventually. It wasn’t that he was impatient, but at least if he knew, it would be information he could remind Cam of later, when things were difficult. It wasn’t going to be forever

"Oh, that depends." The nurse got the chart to check. "Uhm.. first chemo is a week. If that goes well, the second week will only be more chemo, if an extra push is needed we’ll also add radiation. We expect to be at a good stage to do a bone marrow transplant by then and everything then depends on how well it takes, of course, how quickly your immune system and such fires back up," she explained, looking at Campbell as she spoke. He appreciated that more than he let on.

For a moment, everything was silent, just the fridge buzzing provided background noise. “So.. shall we get the first dose going?” the nurse suggested, smiling encouragingly. Cam took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay.. how, uhm?” The nurse held up a hypodermic syringe. “This goes straight into your PICC line, into your system. You’ll start noticing symptoms.. fairly soonish, it’s a strong dose. I’ll stick around for the first day to help you out and in case you have any questions, alright?” Quiet, Campbell nodded again and let himself be directed to a seat.

The nurse injected him carefully and swiftly. “There we go. Feel free to unpack and settle in, but just be wary that you may feel a little dizzy in a bit, or nauseous That’s okay, but you have to update us, yes? Let us know,” she gently urged, to which Cam nodded again, mutely.

The Master made no effort to butt in or take over. He stayed close to Cam, but it was only in an effort to comfort. There was no trace of his usually somewhat domineering nature. 

After the injection, he was only more vigilant. He carted their things to what looked to be as close to a bedroom as they were going to get. Cam had been fretting about normalcy, so he didn’t ask how his lover was doing. Best to let it go for even a few moments longer if he could. Instead, he flashed Cam a smile, hiding well all the worry and tension he felt. “It’ll be over in no time.”

  #thetruththatshouldbe  

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

the-write-ideas:

They’ll have to:

  1. Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.
  2. Answer that question.
Sacrifices? I'll say. All I'm saying is you've made a lot of them in order to take care of him. Does he take care of you? Did he take care of you when you were injured getting back to him? Does he ever even try to learn what you were going through all that time away? It seems to me, he definitely got the better end of this mess.

Anonymous

You know nothing about either of us. What Cam doesn’t ask about… he doesn’t necessarily need to know. It doesn’t matter. Just leave it. 

  #thetruththatshouldbe    #Anonymous  
"My-" Erika drew in a deep breath. "The old prime minister?" Erika absently came up and touched his face. "Fancy seeing you here..." She smiled devilishly her fangs fully extended, eyes turning blood-lust blue. "I though your wife killed you."


erikaaeternam:

anechooffour:

Under other circumstances, he might have applauded someone brave enough to come right up and touch him, but for the moment, the Master was having none of it. He watched her, eyes narrowed suspiciously, and side stepped just out of reach. “Congratulations on your awareness of world news. Perhaps you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

 

She let her fangs and eyes slip in a tad, she smirked. She wouldn’t give all her secrets away in one sweep. She licked one fang and stated, “Child of Corvinus.” And then her voice went buisness like, “You, now.”

Ah, vampire then. Exactly as he’d already guessed. He watched her quite passively. If she was trying to seduce him, it was definitely going to take more effort than that. The Master made a show of dusting off his suit, as if whatever invisible lint had gotten on it was more important. “Time Lord. Not that I’d expect you to be familiar with the term.”

  #erikaaeternam  
How is it any different from before? You had Lucy on the valiant you could turn to when Cam didn't want you. What about now? Nice of you to try to be good but where do you figure in?

Anonymous

The Valiant is hardly how I’d like to define my life. I tend to try to forget as much of it as I can. In regards to the rest… there are sacrifices worth making. 

  #thetruththatshouldbe    #Anonymous  
You sound very lonely, Master. An attractive Time Lord, such as yourself is hardly without options. Cam would never even have to know.

Anonymous

If you think I’d entertain such an idea, you know nothing about me. 

  #thetruththatshouldbe    #Anonymous  
So, what exactly was the Master dreaming about that night with Theta?

Anonymous

*grumbles*

That is exactly NONE of your business. 

"My-" Erika drew in a deep breath. "The old prime minister?" Erika absently came up and touched his face. "Fancy seeing you here..." She smiled devilishly her fangs fully extended, eyes turning blood-lust blue. "I though your wife killed you."


erikaaeternam:

anechooffour:

Under other circumstances, he might have applauded someone brave enough to come right up and touch him, but for the moment, the Master was having none of it. He watched her, eyes narrowed suspiciously, and side stepped just out of reach. “Congratulations on your awareness of world news. Perhaps you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

"No, you are him." She smirked giving an excited jump and a tiny clap. "I know things, I’m not as pedantic as others think I am." She leaned over slightly and took a whiff, "Though you don’t exactly smell human…" She pulled back cautiously, "What are you?" She asked as her eyes slipped down to the deepest blue and she bared her fangs.

"One could say the same about you. The not smelling human bit, I mean." He smirked despite the strange encounter. After all, overconfidence had always been his voice. "As for what I am… I am a gentleman. So, I insist. Ladies first."

  #erikaaeternam  
"My-" Erika drew in a deep breath. "The old prime minister?" Erika absently came up and touched his face. "Fancy seeing you here..." She smiled devilishly her fangs fully extended, eyes turning blood-lust blue. "I though your wife killed you."


Under other circumstances, he might have applauded someone brave enough to come right up and touch him, but for the moment, the Master was having none of it. He watched her, eyes narrowed suspiciously, and side stepped just out of reach. “Congratulations on your awareness of world news. Perhaps you’ve mistaken me for someone else.”

  #erikaaeternam