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The australian outback isn’t where I planned to be, especially when I had tickets for Cannes however I learnt at a young age that when Theta calls, it is not without reason. However, I usually find myself wishing I didn’t pick up, this is definitely one of those times.
The moment I exited the tardis, I felt the need to just lie down and indulge in an ice cream, the suns gaze so vehement. We were met by two officers, both way out of their depth and unfortunately inutile in such a situation. Another man walked out, a man whose energy I recognised, it was evil with a side of crazy and yet Theta continued on and her friends with her.
Once we all entered “O”’s house, we were met by stacks of papers and even I felt stressed at the sight of the place and I am cleaning’s number one hater. I’ll be so real, there was a bit of a smell. He was acting shy, his hands constantly doing something and his eyes darting from person to person.
Façade or not, I didn’t trust him.
Theta felt the need to explore the possibilities of us all dying, outside, I didn’t want to leave, I wanted to study this man and confirm my suspicions. I smiled to every friend of Theta’s as they exited, they were kind enough. Graham was welcoming, he shook my hand when we first met; Yas not as much, she smiled but chose to stand closer to Theta; Ryan was very kind and also chose to give a handshake, though it became increasingly awkward.
Once we were alone, i turned to him “So O what do you get up to in the australian outback?” I asked, picking up a magazine in pristine condition. “I dabble” he stated, eyes now fixed on me. “In fashion?” I attempted a joke, referring to his horribly brown outfit.
“It’s been said I rival many of the major fashion houses.” He joked back with a deadpan expression.
Strike One - Being unable to reference to one major fashion house. ( Little chance he’s human and big chance he’s who I think he is)
“I can see why.” I hummed, the clothes didn’t exactly not compliment him, almost suited him. We edged closer, staring each other down, breathing each others air.
He knew I knew.
And He knew that I knew that He knew that I knew.
After this exchange, he wouldn’t stop following me around, and that subtle smell didn’t take a break either. If there was a conversation, he’d be next to be me, he was ready and alert. Always so prepared. If there was a silence, he’d stare into my eyes whilst I drowned in his, I say drown not in the romantic sense, I mean in the most intense, frantic, suffocating way possible. They were maniacal, frenzied and to be completely honest, fucking scary.
Strike two - If I had pearls, they would be clutched as of now (Very little chance of him being human, no human is capable of such viscous darkness, he is most definitely who I think he is)
He usually had these puppy dog eyes, these adorable and curious eyes, but I could see past that, I could see a darkness and I could see it swallowing him whole. This was mainly a result of our constant staring competitions.
The sun still angered and me still confused, I sat on his deck (or porch idk) desperately attempting to avoid small talk with the hopeless officers. Of course he sat with me, and we sat in silence. As silent as a silence with him can get. His thoughts were begging for attention, going 100mph and anarchic.
He may have been the embodiment of chaos but he was wonderful to stare at, the ridges in his nose and the way the sun kissed them, the few strands that fell onto his forehead and his lips, so welcoming - too welcoming.
“Could you please stop thinking so loud.” He muttered, it was not meant as a question but rather a command. “Who are you? Really?” I asked ignoring his demand, I turned my head to admire his incredibly large garden.
“Look at me.” he spoke, pouring his smooth poison into my ear and throughout my body, sending shivers as his words digested.
I turned, entertaining him.
“You’ll not ruin this, I won’t let you, I’ve worked too hard on this one.” he stood now and I with him.
“Time lords are hard to control” I spoke next, studying his eyes desperately wanting to find anything but hatred.
He leaned into my neck and laughed quietly as if this were small talk “My dear wife, I have my ways and I don’t want to see you hurt, you shouldn’t have come” He smiled at me as if he hadn’t just threatened me.
“What will you do?” I asked impatiently and breathily, I shouldn’t be so effected by such proximity especially not with my husband. “I’ll not bother your pretty little head with such ideas, just be careful or you’ll burn with me.” His lips now grazed mine, every time he spoke I felt the need to just kiss him like I was going to lose him.
Theta called for us, more specifically the squash and for us to bring it in. Koschei obeyed, leaving me with a kiss on my forehead and a quiet “Come on pretty girl.”
That was definitely my fucking husband.