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Post by The Master on Jan 21, 2010 20:03:49 GMT -5
Locating pants and a safe place to stay had been far more difficult than necessary. He had, however managed to find a very nice home that seemed, for the most part, empty. Apparently the owners had shipped themselves off to Fiji for a couple of months of fun in the sun. Or something equally as ridiculous. The man of the house had left some of his suits behind and, after putting Lucy to bed, the Master had dressed himself and taken a moment to think about his situation.
The Master was squatting.
What a ridiculous situation to be in. He was a Time Lord. He was the Master. He should not be squatting. But he had little other option for the moment, and he had a couple of months to figure something else out before the family got home.
And then he slept.
He even, for Lucy's sake, slept in a different bed to her. That's how nice he felt like being to her. Even though he still thought that things would be much better off if she were out of the picture. None of these thoughts actually crossed his mind as he slept of course, because generally, sleeping people are unconscious.
When he awoke that morning and checked in on Lucy, she was still asleep and his brow furrowed slightly in concern. He really hoped that he hadn't knocked her out permanently... though that would solve the problem of whether or not to kill her.
Shrugging, the Master slid into the kitchen and happily disovered a cd player with a cd still in it. He didn't recognise the music but that didn't stop him from thoroughly enjoying himself as he made breakfast. Whoever these people were that had gone on holiday, they'd left a whole lot of food in their fridge and pantry. It's like they wanted somone to come and live in their house while they were away.
Finally satisfied with his breakfast making skills, the Master placed the food onto a tray and carried into the room where Lucy lay, still unconscious. He sat himself down on the edge of the bad and placed the tray gently onto Lucy's lap and watched her as she continued to sleep. It would be very nice if she woke up, or all his breakfast making would have been for nothing.
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Post by Lucy Saxon on Jan 22, 2010 11:07:51 GMT -5
Darkness. Blissful calm soothing darkness; That was all Lucy knew for the next few hours as she lay blissfully unaware to her surroundings. If she had any idea what she might wake up to she would have stayed asleep. After being knocked out for so long her functions slowly started to come back. The black swirled into colors that eventually took shapes. The shapes became dreams, none of which she would remember later.
Her still slumber morphed into the startings of a peaceful awakening, as if she had really needed the sleep she'd gotten as a result of the blast. Slowly she began to feel again. Soft sheets below her and a nice clean pillow. As this thought slowly registered in her mind she felt a dent in the mattress next to her before a weight pressed on her legs.
Fidgeting slightly in her waking state she moved her hand that had been pillowing the side of her face and twisted to face the ceiling. A yawn overcam her and she covered it with her now free hand. Her eyes sleepily opened and she blinked in her surroundings. The room was so much brighter than she was used to as of late.
What she was used to.
A figure came into focus above her and she frowned slightly as it formed. Harold? Her brain was slow in waking up and she got a fuzzy feeling that something was wrong. Looking down at her legs she saw a tray of food. Her frown increased as she felt herself waking more quickly.
Breakfast in bed? Harry made her breakfast in...bed. She was in a bed. And it most certainly was not her own bed.
Her eyes widened as she remembered the earlier events and she looked at him in horror before letting out a scream. Pushing the tray down the bed away from her she pulled her legs up to her as she moved into a sitting position and scooted back against the headboard.
Lucy's yelling continued as she looked around quickly, taking everything in like a scared animal. The Master was alive and well. She was in an unfamiliar house with her formerly dead husband who she had just tried to kill and he had made her breakfast in bed.
She was going insane.
"No," she said, looking as if someone had just told her that a close family member had died. "No, no no no no no no," she moaned as she looked around before fixating on him. She began trembling as she looked at him in shock. She seemed to almost be hyperventalating as she continued her little chant of it being impossible for him to be there beside her. "No, you can't be here," she said, hands going up to her head to clutch at her hair. Panic filled her eyes as she looked at him before she shook her head and looked down, curling up more and trying to scoot further away from him. "No, you can't! You can't!"
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Post by The Master on Jan 23, 2010 2:28:27 GMT -5
It was only a moment before Lucy opened her eyes and a wide grin spread across the Master's face. There she was. His... mostly faithful companion. She was probably confused, and upset and -
"Now really dear, is that necessary?" he asked, calmly over her screaming. Honestly, all things considered, last night could have ended worse. He quickly grabbed the tray and set it on the ground so that the breakfast he had made would remain safe.
"No," he watched her try to shuffle further away from him. It wasn't like she could go very far if she continued backing into the head board. "No, no no no no no no. No, you can't be here,"
She was getting herself in to quite a state, the Master noticed. If she continued on like that it would not end well.
"No, you can't! You can't!"
Sighing as she continued to scoot away from him, the Master shuffled towards her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly so she couldn't move. "It alrighty, dearest," he assured her quietly. "I forgive you." He gently kissed the top of her head. "So now there's nothing at all to be worried out."
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Post by Lucy Saxon on Jan 29, 2010 3:24:43 GMT -5
As he moved closer she tried to move towards the other edge of the bed and get away, but he was too quick. His arms enveloped her in a gesture that would be comforting from nearly anyone else. (Well perhaps not a Toclafane…) "No," she cried, her arms trying to break free. "Please don't. Let go."
He was holding her tightly so she could barely move. "It's alright, dearest," he assured her quietly. "I forgive you." He gently kissed the top of her head. "So now there's nothing at all to be worried about."
He forgave her? She hadn't tried to end the world!
Lucy continued to breath deeply as she tried to calm down enough to regain conscious thoughts besides for "NO". Her arms tried to move again as she looked away from the Master. When she had no success she slackened in his grip. A few tears leaked from the corners of her eyes. With the tears that slowly got steadier, the fight left her as she leaned into his chest.
Though he was the one she felt she needed protection from the feeling of his arms around her was relaxing. He'd always managed to calm her like this in the past she realized. Well now the past was supposed to be disregarded. She would scold her traitorous body later.
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Post by The Master on Jan 29, 2010 3:59:30 GMT -5
"No, Please don't. Let go."
The Master didn't move, and simply continued to hold Lucy as she fought against him. Sooner or later she would realise the futility of her actions... or at least tire out. Either way she would stop struggling eventually.
And she did, after one final attempt Lucy gave up and relaxed into his arms. He could tell she was crying and as she leaned into his chest, he raised on hand to stroke her hair and made soft hushing sounds.
"It's alright," he told her again, still stroking her hair and rocking her gently from side to side. After a while, when the Master thought Lucy wouldn't try and scamper away from him again, his hands moved to grip her shoulders and moved her away from him so he could look her in the eye.
"Will you eat your breakfast now?" he asked kindly, though there was a hint of something less pleasant in his voice. "Or will I have to feed it to you myself?"
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Post by Lucy Saxon on Apr 12, 2010 9:38:05 GMT -5
The soft shushing and soothing strokes of a hand on her hair didn't quite relax her as much as the Master probably would have liked. The fact that it was him performing a calming act was just unheard of and made her wonder at his sanity....again. If she didn't know better she'd think it was an imposter sitting with her. A human not a Time Lord. Or at least not The Master.
"It's alright," he told her again, still stroking her hair and rocking her gently from side to side. After a while, his hands moved to grip her shoulders and moved her away from him. Lucy found them eye to eye and froze staring at him with wide eyes. Her eyes were red and slightly puffy from the embaressing break down. She had never really been one for years. But after all she had been though she thought possibly she would look over them.
"Will you eat your breakfast now?" he asked kindly, though there was a hint of something less pleasant in his voice. "Or will I have to feed it to you myself?"
A cold feeling ran through her. Time to suck it up, she thought. If she wanted to keep on his good side ( aka stay alive) she needed to get rid of the hysterics and play nicely. Straightening, she kept eye contact. "I- I can manage," she manged to get out after a moment.
Lucy glanced around the room before turning back to him. "Do you mind if we sit at the table? I don't want to soil anything by accident. It's such a lovely bed I'd hate to mess it up at all." She'd also hate to make him angry by dirtying it.
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Post by The Master on Apr 27, 2010 14:01:02 GMT -5
"I- I can manage,"
"Good," the Master said, letting go of his wife and standing from the bed. He tilted his head to the side as he looked at her, noticing a distinct change. But what was different he couldn't quite tell. She'd made her mind up about something, clearly, but what exactly that was he would probably never know.
"Do you mind if we sit at the table? I don't want to soil anything by accident. It's such a lovely bed I'd hate to mess it up at all."
A small smile appeared on his face. "There's my Lucy," he said warmly, picking up the tray of breakfast so that it wouldn't be disturbed as she moved from the bed. "Come through to the dining room," he told her. "We have a lot to talk about."
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Post by Lucy Saxon on Sept 3, 2011 20:28:15 GMT -5
"There's my Lucy," he said warmly, picking up the tray of breakfast.
Lucy tried to reciprocate his smile as she stood.
"Come through to the dining room. We have a lot to talk about."
A chill went down her spine as she stood by the bed. 'I'm sure,' she thought to herself. Taking a breath, "Yes darling," she said before following him to what she assumed was the dining room.
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