“You have, Hearts. Long ago, and every day since, that you’ve welcomed me home.”
The words sound so polished, so practiced, but they’re on his mind like the constant thrum of the heartsbeat with which his own chest is synchronized.
He turns the parcel over in his hands, with the methodical, scientific precision for which he’s so well known.
“ … . what did you do?” he demands, with a sly grin. “What exactly’s in here?”
Smiling the Doctor reached and opened the lid. Within is black band with soft golden circles in their native tongue of Gallifreyan. Within the center of one circle is a deep red ruby that glints boldly against the dark colors. “This..” His tone is soft as he gazes at the ring in the little box.
Two words are carved into the band in Gallifreyan spelling out; love eternal. A deep blush has colored The Doctor’s cheeks as he awaits the reaction either negative or positive.
It’s only after staring at the writing, running callused thumbs over the simple truth in the concentric inscription, that the Master looks up at the Doctor. The sly satisfaction in moist eyes speaks volumes.
“You just never quit, do you?” he murmurs.
It’s evidence that he’s at last accepted the Doctor’s great turnaround–from running away, to chasing–is an act not of imprisonment, but of love.
Palms smack against ruddy cheeks, and he draws the Doctor’s face close, with a bewildering enthusiasm. He growls loudly.
“ARRRGH, you infuriating beautiful man! Would that I could bottle you like a color and paint a thousand canvases. Just kiss me, damn you.”
Happy loom-day me! In the first book you’ll find some friends and even a self-cameo! The cats have learned from us in the second book. A time lady lord should never be without some eyeliner. Here’s a nice looking coffee press, you can use it for anything!
ooxoo
~K~
“Dearest Sis, I am positively chuffed. Trust me to know, well, me. I’m a tea person, but these days, I’ve grown more and more accustomed to the bean brew. Should be of use when I’m out in the wildernesses of some distant planet or period. While reading these riveting texts, and winging my eyeliner in such a way as can cut a bitch.”
“Where in the HELL did you get THAT?” Koschei demands, coughing a laugh around his drink. “From some ancient giant species of some distant star? Or has the commodification of the cookie industry gone so far as to super-size its menu?”
He saunters over to Lily and the confection that’s half her size.
“I can SEE that, dearest. Heh! Hahah! Golly, where to even begin. I’ll even suffer the indignity of those me-cookies. Yes. I officially accept my bloody fate.”
Icarus 