blah so i look a mess bc i was crying but god what a supreme honor this was. i’m eternally grateful for tim & his beautiful, spotless soul & i don’t know what i ever did to deserve this 😩
“Perhaps I should put it on my bucket list for later.” Harry mused aloud, finding it hard to mask a smirk which was threatening his lips. “Can I buy you a drink?”
stockinged legs cross && ruby lips part – frank is concerned no longer with seducing and ensnaring the other man ; tonight, a drink will almost have to be enough. ❛ i think i’d be just heartbroken if you didn’t. ❜
“I can only hope you plan to eat me whilst I’m still alive.”
❛ you should be so lucky. ❜ a wink. frank appears thoughtful ; it seems only yesterday that he was accusing harry of being a filthy spy. ah, well – handsome earthlings have become one of the doctor’s many weaknesses.
it was for a long moment that she stood there, SILENT as the master explained his plan to bring HUMANS back to the castle, to have them remain here until he ultimately grew BORED of them && she was left to clean up the mess. && that atop of the fact that she DESPISED the creatures that lived on this abhorrence of a rock, atop of the fact that HE KNEW that she didn’t want them anywhere near her, anywhere near the castle. ❛ i don’t think it’s wise, master, ❜ && that was as CORDIAL as the domestic could phrase as such, for if she knew there was no F E A R of consequence, she would have told him exactly how she felt about the decision, but that, she knew would be a DANGEROUS play, a play that she couldn’t afford.
a delicate huff. ❛ oh, of course you don’t. ❜
the doctor crosses the room, gloved fingertips fumbling with his hulking plastic dispenser – the one he’s filled to the very brim with the finest wine in all the universe. a paper cup is lifted to painted lips, && the master sips daintily. why he bothers, honestly, to inform the domestic of his affairs remains ever a mystery, even to the furter himself. frank hesitates, teeth grazing the tip of his tongue, before he opts to crow at the woman some more. ❛ they, ❜ begins he, emerald eyes dark && vile, ❛ — ought to be frightened of us !they aren’t possibly bright enough to do us any harm. it’s perfectly wise, magenta, to taunt one’s prey before, ahem, digging in. i deserve a bit of fun, don’t you think ? ❜