Tag: other self
“Take off that magician’s tux straightaway. And open the parcel on the bed.”
Never has the Master looked so benevolently smug. Never.
He’s standing in the doorway, wearing an implausible shirt indeed, a simple white with red print, in a blunt Century Gothic sans font, which reads,
I am Koschei.
Within the parcel is another white tee, which reads, in blue,
If lost, return to
and in red again
Koschei.
She is beauty,
She is grace,
She snacks in Time and Space!
Husband approves of the Power Stance™
The Doctor is lounging on the sofa with Zinnia propped up against her knees. Her head lays across the Master’s lap, her silken blond hair draped over his thighs like a satin curtain. Hazel eyes lift to gaze up at him and she smiles. “Remember all those evil schemes I thwarted back in the day? Good times. Good times…”
The Master’s short-shorn untidy head rests against the side of the fresh-painted TARDIS. His hand is in his old friend’s hair, his fingers transferring signals of almost incomprehensible bliss to his brain.
She is here.
She is his.
And she is happy, because of him.
“You’ve strategically pinioned me here, under a hundred or more pounds of domestic bliss, in order to point this out in such a way that I can’t even be irritated by you bringing it up,” he accuses, with a shamelessly doting smirk.
“You lead, but you’re scared too, for yourself and for others. Afraid of your own newness.”
It’s storming tonight, you loved storms. The way the thunder drowned out your thoughts, the way the rain sounded like gentle fingers tapping away. I loved storms because the lightning would flash through the windows and illuminate your face. I would imagine that the angels were taking pictures for the heavens right before me.
Anthony Flores, She Was Meant For The Heavens (via books-n-quotes)
Icarus 