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🙊💬 + the master (eleven?)

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"They saved my lives," came the soft, velvety sound of a man half-gone from a truth serum. The smirk he'd been wearing since his arrival did not falter, but rather it darkened around the edges as the response is so freely given.

Vivid imagery danced across his limbic system as he imagined all of the ways in which The Master had both saved and destroyed him, again and again in various forms and fancies. Best friend, fiercest competitor, most villainous enemy- all contained in one singular, solitary lifeform that seemed to beckon to him like a siren from a craggy shoreline.

Theta's eyes drew narrow as his would-be captor circles in front of him, green eyes dilated and nostrils flaring, his gaze almost predatory despite being the one in binds. His telepathic signature shuddered, inky black and undulating gently.

His tongue trailed along the backs of his bottom teeth, counting them in order to dispel the visions in his mind and the thrumming pulsations of the serum, coursing through his veins, coating his hearts and procuring whatever tortured, poetic phrases they could muster.

"Their hearts understand mine… and I hate them and I love them and hate them all over again, you wouldn't understand, it's-- it's not so simple as what I think of them, it's… deeper than that, much more fragile and complex. One soul cleaved apart and forced into two separate vesselssssssss!" he ground out, jaw flexing beneath taut flesh as he cracked his neck, the serum sending him into an intoxication that was just light enough to be infuriating.

He growled sharply and lashed out against his binds, jerking forward so suddenly that the metal legs of the chair he was sitting on began to dent just so. Veins pulsated at his throat, and his teeth bared for a few moments as he strained against the binds that held him, causing them to cut into his flesh, hissing at the delicious sting of it.

Gone was the slightly intoxicated lilt in his voice, the almost-hazy look in his dilated green eyes.

"And if you touch so much as one hair on Koschei's head I will tear your mind apart and put it back together over and over until there's nothing left of you but the pitiful creature I see lurking away inside…"

#drummingncise #11th Doctor Muse #v: the eleventh hour #cw kidnapping #cw bound #cw intoxication #cw truth serum #[[ my muses are taking over i have no control ]]

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i can hold my breath i've been doing it since he left i keep finding his things in drawers crucial evidence i didn't imagine the whole thing im sure i can pass this test

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🙊💬 Malekith for Rose

(@theaccursedninth from here) - (always accepting!)

"…Tormented."

The word is gritted out reluctantly through her teeth, a sheen of sweat along the brow. The serum bleeds into her nervous system and her head lulls backward, whisky browns rolling and breath hitching just so. Her heartbeat quickens and her pupils swell to the point of overpowering any color that should remain.

There is something of the wolf in her.

"A singular God, harrowing an' terrified an' left all alone on the edge'a creation.. cos'a me…"

Soft lips fall open, a shuddering breath is taken and a singular tear falls down her cheek. The remnants of a sing-song resonate around the edges of the words the blonde speaks next.

"An' when he finds out you've got me… locked away in 'ere… he's gonna tear you apaa-aa-aaart…" The blonde dissolves into giggles, leaning against the restraints of the chair that she's bound to.

#theaccursedninth #Rose Tyler Muse #v: the big bad wolf #The Big Bad Wolf Of Svartalfheim #kidnapping cw #truth serum cw #[[ so this happened i guess sfksfdfksgs ]] #implied violence cw

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(@ofyorkshire continued from here.)

Rose's gaze flickers down to her drink- a subtle thing in a sugar rimmed glass that seems unassuming enough, should someone approach -but it's the only indication BJ's words have landed.

Whisky browns lock onto him the moment he enters her periphery, though- the sight of the jacket broadening the smile on her lips until it creases the corners of her eyes. A giggle escapes, and she hides it behind her drink as it lifts to her lips and leaves sugary crystals behind afterward. It chills her as it goes down, fruity and unnecessary.

She's been high for hours.

Her thumbpads twirl the rings adorning every finger for the same reason BJ adorned that jacket. Golden chains of various sizes cascading down her front, earrings far too dangly for her taste that fell like water against her skin- each and every piece carefully curated for someone else.

Her eyes flicker to the commandeered cherry as it dangles by the stem, helpless and spinning, before looking back up to the man who'd stolen it as he speaks. The question is short, but sweet. She appreciates that.

"Yeah, sunshine," she grins, the tip of her tongue appearing at the corner of her mouth. Then the expression settles into a more conspiratorial one as she leans in just a bit, the undulating lights casting brilliant shadows and shades of color along her pale skin and golden hair. "Bright, hot, dangerous…"

A chuckle and a wink, and she leans back into a more natural sitting position. Her face, likewise, settles into a neutral expression.

"No but, really, though, it's-- it's like the sun doesn't know how important it is, mm?" A hand reached into a pocket, withdrawing a silver cigarette case and a lighter.

"Floatin' up there in space, givin' us light and warmth and nourishment, but you 'ave to wonder.. Does it know?" The ignition of a lighter, the spark of a flame, the burning end of a cigarette glowing softly as she takes a drag and exhales it upward.

"-D'you?" a raised eyebrow and a glance in his direction follows the inquiry.

#ofyorkshire #Rose Tyler Muse #v: memoirs of a call girl #cw smoking #cw cigarettes #cw drinking #cw alcohol #[[ i love them already sfkdjsgkjsk ]] #[[ she's like yeah okay youve been at it longer but like ]] #[[ pls love yourself more bc you're too good for this life ]]

[intergalacticstarlight]

Send 🙊💬 + a name, and my muse will share their true, unfiltered opinion of that person! No sugarcoating!

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&. 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  an  assortment  of  short  and  angsty  dialogue  prompts.  feel  free  to  change  and  edit  as  you  seem  fit.  )  

❛ i didn’t know where else to go. ❜

❛ i’ll never be that me again. ❜

❛ you can still be good. ❜

❛ i thought you’d be here. ❜

❛ don’t act like you know me. ❜

❛ because i care about you, okay? ❜

❛ it wasn’t supposed to end like this. ❜

❛ i was scared. i thought you had lost your way. ❜

❛ am i supposed to just let you go? ❜

❛ you deserve better than me. ❜

❛ don’t make me do this. ❜

❛ i’m not who you think i am. ❜

❛ you don’t mean that. ❜

❛ please just hold me. ❜

❛ i don’t want to understand, i want you to stay. ❜

❛ and why should i care? ❜

❛ you look awful. ❜

❛ i can’t do this without you. ❜

❛ don’t let me lose you too. ❜

❛ for what it’s worth, i really am sorry. ❜

❛ it’s not your fault. ❜

❛ i don’t know who i am anymore. ❜

❛ is this the part where you kick me out? ❜

❛ don’t we deserve to be happy? ❜

❛ promise me you’ll still be here when i wake up. ❜

❛ you can’t save everyone. ❜

❛ it was a nightmare, that’s all. ❜

❛ it’s just a scratch, don’t worry. ❜

❛ you know me better than i know myself. ❜

❛ don’t go where i can’t follow. ❜

❛ you’re better off without me. ❜

❛ we all die alone. ❜

❛ people get hurt if they get too close to me. ❜

❛ i hate what i’ve become. ❜

❛ i’m not going anywhere. ❜

❛ is there anything i can do to help? ❜

❛ i don’t even recognize you anymore. ❜

❛ who did this to you? ❜

❛ please don’t leave me. ❜

❛ oh, now you care? ❜

❛ don’t come any closer! ❜

❛ i missed you so much. ❜

❛ you don’t have to say anything. ❜

❛ do you want me to leave? ❜

❛ why are you avoiding me? ❜

❛ you could have died, you know. ❜

❛ i wish you were here. ❜

❛ you’re not alone. i’m staying right here. ❜

❛ i can be your family. ❜

❛ of course i’m here. where else would i be? ❜

❛ we just can’t seem to get it right, huh? ❜

❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜

❛ don’t push me away again. ❜

❛ this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. ❜

❛ you’re leaving already? ❜

❛ this was a mistake. ❜

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

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[@storminmywake continued from here.]

The blonde notices nothing of the hesitation in The Doctor's nervous system nor his step, eyes heavily lidded and mostly closed. Her arms drape over his shoulders, wound tightly around his collar as she pressed her face against the skin at the back of his neck, little hairs poking at her skin.

Her own hair drapes over them both, and smells like green apple shampoo.

A grunt escapes her, and it almost wobbles at the end like a smirk and a chuckle might've done, were she not fighting off the very potent and rapidly overwhelming sleep aid the TARDIS had given her.

"Yeah, might do," she utters, then sighs a bit as her arms tighten their hold 'round his shoulders and inhales, almost like she's taking in his scent. "F'you ever teach me t'fly the TARDIS properly…"

There's a giggle then, and even half-gone from the sleep aid it still reverberates and rumbles the both of them. The ship itself seems amused too, but the blonde doesn't notice the gentle flicker of the lights, either.

Another sigh, and a shake of the head, and she's muttering, "Still, though… wiv'out you, s'just.. stars… s'just space…s'just time travel…s'not... special wiv'out you…" The words trailed off, broken apart by sleepily taken breaths but still clearly spoken and utterly genuine.

#storminmywake #Rose Tyler Muse #v: not your average canonverse #[[ i saw the exact same thing in my head when i sent the ask ]] #Just A Bit Of Jiggery Pokery

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A soft breath is released when his hands meet hers, and her thumbpads still on his cheeks. There's no movement betwixt them, every muscle and tendon paralyzed by what might happen when propulsion begins again. A fear bone deep and well warranted.

But then the name Rose washes over her like a cascading prayer, shaking and uttered half in disbelief and the timelines are spiraling again, a serendipitous force of propulsion that sends them onward, tangled in a state of infinite flux.

It sends a chill through her nervous system that has her knees trembling again, but she stands firm.

"Yeah… C'n see tha'," the blonde repeats as he speaks of changes, sniffling once more as if time were on a loop and they were the only pair trapped within it. There's a watery chuckle, half-hearted that cuts off before it can end naturally and her face contorts once more.

She doesn't dare ask of the changes she can't see, because she knows how dark and terrifying the Multiverse can be. There are corners of it that shudder with evil so thick it feels like a physical touch as it brushes against the very soul.

It's still mercy, though. He knows me, and I know him. Even if it might not be the him I was expecting. Even if he's called Malekith now. Doctor. John Smith. Mister Spock. Theta Sigma. Malekith. It counts. It has to, otherwise I really will go half mad like mum always said I was.

…A rose by any other name…

"I've changed, too, Malekith…" she proposes, the name feeling foreign yet appropriate on her tongue. Her voice inflects at the end as if it might be a point of leverage. Her hands squeeze his in return, and she bends at the waist. Her forehead bunts against his, and she leaves it there. A familiar gesture between she and her Doctor, before. Was it still?

Would it be, again?

"I was lost--" a sniffled intake of breath, "--in another universe, an' I couldn't get t'you…" Her head shakes, forehead brushing against his, unsure of how to say it. Golden hair hides their faces like a protective veil, shielding them from the world and the world from them. Another breath is taken, and courage is plucked once more in its infancy from the blossom springing in her chest.

"I tried t'go through the Void but-- my ship was too young an' she.." burned up, got torn apart, died screaming in agony because I couldn't just leave bloody well enough alone "…she didn't make it. But I did…" and I burned up, too, over and over and over.

“the sacrifices necessary to win this war... i know all too well. “ for Rose -theaccursedninth

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"Yeah… C'n see tha'," the blonde utters, sniffing softly as her eyes brim themselves with unshed tears. It's a hairpin response. She gulps, intimidation taking over for courage and making it entirely impossible to muster up enough facility to say more. At least not at first... She'll get there eventually.

There's a deeply rooted trust there, beckoning just beyond the slight look of disquiet on her face but even still, she keeps her distance. She takes a shaking breath through parted lips and manages to pluck up the courage to speak aloud again.

"Were they worth it, then?" Her voice squeaks with the question, but she can't help it- he's unlike anything she's seen before. It aches in her chest and her breath hitches. Even still the tears do not fall, just wobble inside of her eyelids and make everything blurry. At least that makes it easier to speak.

"The sacrifices... Were they worth it?" Her tone inflects at the end, almost as if she might be trying to convince them both that the sacrifices were worth it, and damn what she already feels on the matter.

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❛ don’t come any closer! ❜ for the Doctor

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The Doctor chuckles, amused at the half-hearted threat. He tilts his head, eyes narrowing as they consider her familiar visage and wonder if she can see the same within him. The weapon aimed squarely at his chest suggests that she does not.

Amusement dances in his eyes, but there's something darker within- an inky blackness writhing in solitude and he thinks that perhaps the darkness is what keeps her recognition at bay. His telepathic signature has long since been doused in petrol, set ablaze and hardened from the pressurized ash of its own remains.

He is not the same man who basked in the sunset to the song of the Towers.

He is otherwise.

A bastardized anomaly born through his own self loathing and pity, a fracture, a branch-off, a would-be-nothing that decided to become one hell of a something after all.

"Or you'll what…?" He poses, an eyebrow lifting. "Even if you manage to bypass the temporal and spatial regulation you've still no idea how I've managed to incorporate the biometrics into the system. You're going to kill us both if you don't engage the coolant coils and while I would absolutely LOVE to see what sort've face I'll have next, I'm not quite so enraptured by the idea as to find out TODAY!" His voice is loud and firm, but it's quite evident by the twinkle in his eyes and the elated part of his lips that he might just want to find out about that new face today regardless.

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I might just not get up, I might stay down bad

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There's a brief flicker of a glance gone sideways, noting the other man's position in the console room- just by the second stairwell -before the Theta returns his gaze to the console unit. It would've been enough to convey his amusement if it weren't for the way he purposefully brought his eyebrows together in the middle and leaned down close to check one of the fuel spectrometers.

"Because otherwise your life would be a normal, humany life and normal isn't any fun. It's simple and boring and filled with thinks like work and-- and-- wallpaper," he said simply, the corner of his mouth curling up into a smirk despite his best efforts.

"Y'know, I'd-- I'd think picking out patters for your porcelain cups and plates would cause more of a headache than traveling through time and space but what do I know, ay? Silly old Time Lord," Reaching out, he spun a dial and pulled a lever, then popped open one of the panels along the console unit as one of the monitors began displaying redouts of the TARDIS's fuel supply.

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"Why do I let you take me anywhere? My head is pounding."

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❛ you were dead, i saw you die. ❜

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She's in the middle of the very best part of the very best chapter of her most favorite book when the sound of a man's voice cuts through her concentration. Normally, Clara liked to consider herself a connoisseur of ignoring curious men, especially when she was quite obviously not trying to speak to anyone- what with the book and the earbuds delicately placed in her ears.

There wasn't any music coming from them but that wasn't the point. They were decorative, and sent a message. To most people.

Reluctantly she slid the bookmark into place between the pages, glancing up with a pursed brow and a look that suggested she'd heard him and thought him a madman. He certainly looked it. The one thing decidedly missing, however, was recognition. There was none.

"Right... Yeah, you-- saw me die. Die dead, dead as a doornail. I bet it was incredibly traumatic and everything. How, um- how exactly did I die?" Her tone was more curious than it was mocking. Maybe if she hadn't been having nightmares of her own demise for the past fortnight she'd feel more inclined to laugh at the stranger-in-a-bowtie, take her book and skedaddle. As it was...

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The question sends a ripple of disgust down her spine, proverbial hackles raised as every hair on the back of her neck begins to rise. Whisky brown eyes glare up at him from beneath blonde fringe, every muscle tensing beneath her flesh as she fights the urge to tackle him. What good would it do? What would it prove? The grating dug into her knees through the fabric of her denims, the mild physical pain unable to alleviate the emotional maelstrom inside.

Two hearts, both of them shattering to pieces.

Her voice is shuddering, but the heartbreak cannot be heard within- only rage. She supposes that's the Master's point, but she can't for the lives of her figure out why he insists on making it in the same way every time. It never gets across.

But neither does yours, my dear…

The familiar drawl of her former self reminds her, and she scoffs aloud. That's alright. He probably assumes it's because of him, and it would've been so she leaves it there. Dangling before she speaks, her teeth showing and her nose wrinkling. It's taking everything she has not to give in physically, so her words are bitter and biting, ending with her voice so loud it echoes through the expanse of the console room.

"You've… destroyed everything, every-- little thing I've ever done that's brought me even a--- a fraction of happiness. My friends.. My family… Our home… Us…" She shakes her head, the look of disgust and disappointment deepening as rage flashed in her eyes.

"I tried, Kos. I tried t'get you to listen, t'see to reason but you just-- you kept on! You didn't stop, you got worse! You murdered my friends and paraded it in front of me and expected me to, what? Forgive you? See your point? To admit that we're the same? Yeah, I've taken lives, I've destroyed planets, I've-- I've wiped out entire civilizations in the name of the greater good, but d'you know what I've never, ever done? I've never ENJOYED IT!!"

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"Tell me, how did you like my work on Gallifrey?"

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The skein of the Universe is trembling around them as it views the scene playing out, waiting in curious limbo as the timeline shifts and the fishing line snaps backward. The spinnerbait takes flight, like a dragonfly or a water sprite, leaving stardust in its wake that shimmers all over the pair of them like a call sign. It spans all of time and space, everywhere and everywhen, throughout the beginning of all things right up to the very end. It binds them together, molecule to molecule, breath to breath. Their timelines entwined like a quadruple helix, the tapestry infinite.

This time there is no penny in the air, but merely a penny on the ground awaiting someone to claim it. For luck, for prosperity, even just for the sake of nostalgia.

Every second ticking by is like a tingle in Rose's fingertips. Every breath is like a heartbeat and every heartbeat… Every heartbeat is calling his name. Doc-Tor. Doc-Tor. Doc-Tor. A rapid reverberation that echoes through the cosmic void. It has to be him. It just has to…

And then he's saying her name, a brief, four letter word that sends her spirit airborne.

She's found him.

The Universe has chosen m e r c y.

Her stomach flips with the realization. He's not only still there, beyond the panoply, beyond the brush strokes that had been broadened, and the colors that had been diluted- but he remembers her. The shape of him had been lost to layers and layers of molecular transformation, but ancient science was a funny ol' gal.

A sprig of hope blossoms within her chest, and she realizes it's been there all along.

Each step this not-quite-Doctor takes is reflected back, stepping toward him once, twice, three times before watching him fall to his knees, the burden of recognition too great to bear alone. That's alright. He doesn't have to anymore. Another shuddering breath and courage blossoms just beside that sprig of hope. She plucks it, as infantile a state as it's in, and uses it to make her feet move forward, stopping only when she's just close enough to touch him.

Shaking hands lift to press warm palms against either side of his face, cupping his jaw and feeling the damp of his tears against her skin. Her own face is shining with them.

"Doctor..." she whispers, because anything else would get stuck between her brain and her tongue. She swallows, and her thumbpads trail along unfamiliar planes of his face. She is not afraid, and her watery eyes reflect only trust and relief. Doesn't matter where or when. She knows what home feels like.

"Been lookin' all over for you..." The words are soft, and they end with a watery chuckle that holds more apology and grief than humor. "Sorry I got 'ere a bit late.. Parkin' was a nightmare.."

“the sacrifices necessary to win this war... i know all too well. “ for Rose -theaccursedninth

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"Yeah… C'n see tha'," the blonde utters, sniffing softly as her eyes brim themselves with unshed tears. It's a hairpin response. She gulps, intimidation taking over for courage and making it entirely impossible to muster up enough facility to say more. At least not at first... She'll get there eventually.

There's a deeply rooted trust there, beckoning just beyond the slight look of disquiet on her face but even still, she keeps her distance. She takes a shaking breath through parted lips and manages to pluck up the courage to speak aloud again.

"Were they worth it, then?" Her voice squeaks with the question, but she can't help it- he's unlike anything she's seen before. It aches in her chest and her breath hitches. Even still the tears do not fall, just wobble inside of her eyelids and make everything blurry. At least that makes it easier to speak.

"The sacrifices... Were they worth it?" Her tone inflects at the end, almost as if she might be trying to convince them both that the sacrifices were worth it, and damn what she already feels on the matter.

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A copper penny in the air spins at a million meters per second, tumbling down and down and down until the blonde wonders if absolution or clemency will ever find her. Seconds cast out into the rippling waters of time, bobbing along the surface like spinnerbait.

Would he grasp it? Would she bear witness to a fissure in the hardened, protective panoply that had encased The Doctor-- her Doctor --in the time they'd been apart? Would the Universe be so kind, or was this to be punishment for refusing the long way 'round- again?

The bitter taste of metallic hung in the space between them, the penny still aching just like her chest as it beckoned to leave its aviary prison above.

'Are you still in there, Doctor?'

The thought echoes through the fishing line and out into the spinnerbait as the surface of the water breaks. His mask is slipping, and her stomach flutters as the sound of a sigh reaches her ears. At once the penny mercifully falls to the ground between them and he speaks.

The flood of relief is so palpable that she nearly crumbles under the weight of it. Her knees tremble and oh... she knows.

'My Doctor. There you are.'

She blinks. Her vision clears, and she feels the warmth trickling down her flesh to drip from her chin and soak into her jumper. The tears have fallen, but she doesn't move to wipe at them.

Instead she takes a step toward him, but only the one, before courage wavers. He's there, she can see it just beyond the otherworldly stare, she can feel it in her bones the same way she could always feel his presence when they'd gone airborne through twinkling starlight.

It had been like the grander skein of the Universe, the tapestry in which all lives are woven, the painting that transformed every single timeline into a paintbrush on a canvas had painted him just for her.

What painting was this, then, that stood before her now? Who had broadened the strokes? Who had bled melancholy and frigid seclusion into the colors of his palette and who dared do so for her sake? What was she, compared to him? Nothing. Human.

An ape.

She wanted to run to him, wanted to reach out and take his hand but she didn't dare. Her nose wobbled as she sniffed, head tilting to the side as she chewed her bottom lip- a tell that she was considering her words before speaking.

"You 'aven't lost everything, Doctor," she utters, and despite her most valiant effort, her voice wavers. She clears her throat but it doesn't help much, and her eyes are still leaking and watery.

"There's still me."

“the sacrifices necessary to win this war... i know all too well. “ for Rose -theaccursedninth

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"Yeah… C'n see tha'," the blonde utters, sniffing softly as her eyes brim themselves with unshed tears. It's a hairpin response. She gulps, intimidation taking over for courage and making it entirely impossible to muster up enough facility to say more. At least not at first... She'll get there eventually.

There's a deeply rooted trust there, beckoning just beyond the slight look of disquiet on her face but even still, she keeps her distance. She takes a shaking breath through parted lips and manages to pluck up the courage to speak aloud again.

"Were they worth it, then?" Her voice squeaks with the question, but she can't help it- he's unlike anything she's seen before. It aches in her chest and her breath hitches. Even still the tears do not fall, just wobble inside of her eyelids and make everything blurry. At least that makes it easier to speak.

"The sacrifices... Were they worth it?" Her tone inflects at the end, almost as if she might be trying to convince them both that the sacrifices were worth it, and damn what she already feels on the matter.

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