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Lucy was more than certain the Master could seduce anyone he wanted. He'd made plenty of time on board the Valiant, and he'd chosen to come here as well. Maybe he'd not found what he was looking for, or maybe he had. She wasn't sure. What she did know was that her husband was extraordinarily compelling, even the shock of erratic blonde just made him seem more dangerous. More powerful. And that appealed to the lizard mind.
She didn't seem to realize that none here would consider Harold Saxon to be a great catch relationship wise.
Master of Arrogance Iblîs had called him once. She wasn't entirely sure it was wrong about that. Lucy was terribly attached to her word though, and she'd sold herself down the river to her love of this man years and years ago. She'd learned so much in that time. And most of it? Had really just been accepting herself as she was.
"We can argue semantics later," she conceded quietly. Not every battle needed to be fought.
"Then we better renew our wedding vows, my dear wife."
Lucy stood a little straighter and studied his face for even a hint that this wasn't real. She did hope it was.
"I don't want my world to burn again, Harry." That was more plaintive than she'd wanted it to be. "Please?"
He tilted his head when Lucy had requested not burning her world again. The Master let out a small chuckle of amusement - though really, he was not capable of pulling something like that. Yet.
"And, it won't burn." He replied, voice taking on a softness that not many would have heard unless they had been there when the reporter had been killed by the Toclafane.
The Master had plenty of time to think about schemes, for being locked in a cell provided the opportunity he needed. Something he was more than grateful for the silence of the cell he had been placed in - than being on the streets of London where it was all so loud.
"My, my...would you look at that," It seemed UNIT deemed it enough time had passed where the Master would have been getting hungry. "Dinner time!"
A soldier moved past Lucy with a clear look of unease, opening the cell door enough to slide himself and the food - then three more had come to secure him whilst they took the straitjacket off. They departed the cell, quickly closing the door behind them and joined the other soldier in watching over the Master.
Almost immediately, the Master looked up and down at the food - tucking into the chicken with his hands. For cutlery of any sort was deemed too dangerous.
Lucy wasn't sure if her husband really understood her. But then, she wasn't sure she really understood herself either. She did care about the people of Earth. Enough to not want to wreak the same sort of damage all over again. Enough to feel weary to the soul.
And at the same time... well, her feelings and perspective on humanity had only grown more mixed since losing her husband.
She just wasn't sure if her world was the Earth or if it was Harry.
The woman didn't step out of the way immediately when the guards marched through, shifting so they bumped into her, then recoiling in seeming horror. They wouldn't notice the missing key yet. Not while all of their attention was on her husband. She's a tiny bit jealous of all the food. And, certainly, curious that his hunger seems even greater than her own after the incident.
Lucy watched, almost pressed against the window, and she waited. And when the soldiers moved to put him back in that jacket and take away the now clean container, she stepped in the way again.
"I will be collecting my husband. Please, you should go."
There didn't need to be any needless deaths.
She slipped open the door, then closed and locked it from Harry's side, before shooing them off as she stared through the mirrored glass.
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"Ma'am! You can't be in there!" One of the soldiers had cried out, their face mixed with fear and awe. Their hands fumbled with the weapon that they clasped as one of the others ordered their superior to come immediately on the radio. They had a situation - and they did not know how to deal with it.
The Master watched, listened, as the lock was turned. His eyes were fixated upon Lucy, who had decided to step into the cell, shooing the UNIT soldiers away. They stood stock still, their weapons raised, unsure of the entire situation.
"Ma'am, he's unstable at best, please come back out slowly." Another soldier had said.
That had earned a cackle from the Master as he straightened to look at Lucy, who had entered his play pen. His eyes flickered over to the soldiers, which had earned him a stumble backwards from the sudden switching of view. "Collecting? Now, you make me sound like a possession, my dear. For you know, it is the other way around. You're mine." The Master's gaze wandered back to Lucy's face - studying her carefully. "So, tell me, my dear...how does it feel to be back with me?"
Why was it that people didn't listen to her when she tried to save their lives? Rook hadn't. Her husband's foolish disciples hadn't.
Not that bright, mostly harmless.
As if you had to be clever to know that without the straitjacket, the only thing keeping her husband in here really was his amusement with the situation. He could take the key by force in a second, but Lucy was banking on the fact he'd find that too boring.
And that he'd asserted a willingness to renew their vows, so to speak.
"Ma'am, he's unstable at best, please come back out slowly."
"Then he'd come out with me," she pointed out. Really. Think it through. She turned to face Harry at his laugh though. Without the glass between them, she could see him better.
"Collecting? Now, you make me sound like a possession, my dear. For you know, it is the other way around. You're mine."
Lucy looked positively wicked for a moment, an expression only Harry could see thanks to her new angle.
"I'm not here to collect myself. I'm here for you." She didn't blink at being called his possession. "You're the devil I sold my soul to," she crooned lovingly. She didn't reach out to him physically, but she wanted to terribly. The guards were right that he was unstable at best. Of course, so was she.
Harry studied her face, and she studied his.
"So, tell me, my dear...how does it feel to be back with me?"
Lucy took a tiny step closer to him, then another, knowing full well he could retaliate physically or psychically at any time. She'd locked herself in here with him, because this, this was where she belonged. At her husband's side.
"They're louder here." She tapped the muddled drumbeat of her migraine on her collarbone. "But I feel... home."
"The handsome devil." He winked. The chain on the straitjacket was taught as he gently pulled against it, his frustration evident on his face. The Master knew - and so did UNIT, that at almost at any point, he could decide that he wanted out - they had allowed enough time to pass with him being on suspiciously good behavior.
His eyes were attracted to the movement on the other side of the screen, in which the commanding officer had now appeared. But even then, they were unsure of the situation - though they did better than many of their underlings in concealing their nature of the uncertainty.
"But I feel... home."
The Master's eyes narrowed at the comment, as he slowly pushed himself into her mind. He could hear the drumming, to which he quickly had withdrawn. "You hear them too?"
Handsome devil indeed. Lucy's lips quirked in a smile at that. Looks we're far more important than popular adages would have you believe. They shaped impressions and could be wielded like weapons.
She was surprised to see him still chained to the wall. But Lucy supposed it made sense. He needed his arms free to eat. That didn't mean that the guards would give him any more rope to attack them with.
"Face of an angel." Lucy agreed.
The woman stiffened at the presence of him in her mind. She did try to relax, knowing he was trying to be gentle, but the weight of his mind always felt like it would drown her.
Lucy took a shaky breath as he withdrew from her mind, only partially processing his question.
"I've had your heartsbeat in my head since we died, darling."
Post by The Master on Jul 10, 2017 11:10:45 GMT -5
He had only stared at her, in brief silence, allowing the drumming inside his own head to rattle away as he processed what he had just heard. The Master knew that all of the Earthlings had heard it, having turned into copies of himself, but the effects were temporary. Perhaps it made sense, made sense that their lives were intertwined - much as they had been when he had first introduced himself as Harold Saxon.
"I've had your heartsbeat in my head since we died, darling."
The drumbeats, they mocked him now. The Master's lips curled into a small snarl of disapproval as he withdrew physically as well, "Impossible." The Master had muttered, but was it? A Timelord who had been to the end of the universe, to build the Toclafane to decimate the population of Earth. Was it that implausible that his wife could hear the drums too? "So, the potion of death did more than it's fair share, then, my love?"
He wanted to reach out, to touch her gently on the cheek as he had done so on in Office, but there was the issue of restraints and the UNIT soldiers.
Taken the key and locked us in a room together. How intimate. They might very well know of your cunning little trick, my dear Lucy Saxon.
A chill curled down Lucy's spine, a stiffening reminder of the all too familiar anger that the man in front of her held. She'd seen it, felt it directed at others as well as herself. But she was so done being afraid. He didn't get to take her victory away from her.
Not this time.
Lucy carefully refrained from flinching. Harry could call it impossible all he wanted. That didn't stop it from being true.
It seemed that Harry was too diverted to enter full anger, something Lucy wasn't ashamed to say relieved her. A moment later, the charming tenderness Lucy remembered from before his election was back full force.
"Putting it mildly," she averted her gaze, feeling just his projected thoughts this time rather than the full weight of Harry's mind. "Do you plan to come with me? Or should I leave you here after all, husband?"
Post by The Master on Jul 11, 2017 20:45:29 GMT -5
He gave another burst of laughter, not directed at anyone as he slowly managed to contain it in his smirk. A partial, if not full, ultimatum. The Master rocked on the soles of his feet as he could hear the shouts from the other side of the glass as they became ever more agitated.
For you think they would let me go this easily? The Master certainly did not want to take another bullet not did he fancy regenerating.
"Whilst your at your little rescue, why don't you take this straitjacket off and give me a kiss?" The question itself held the weight of a command more than a simple request. They would get nowhere if he was strapped up as such.
Does my human companion have an ingenious way of getting out alive? Or are you going to attempt to kill us both in a hailstorm of bullets?
The furor on the other side of the glass didn't mean much to Lucy. They might as well be in another world entirely. It would be nice if they actually were. Or if they'd bothered to listen to her and leave.
She so hated unnecessary deaths.
"You could always threaten to kill me again," she murmured softly, perhaps more than a trace of anger in that statement. "You're quite good at it." And that was actually a compliment, judging by the way she raised her chin again.
"Whilst your at your little rescue, why don't you take this straitjacket off and give me a kiss?"
Moving slowly, carefully, as if she were compelled, Lucy took several steps closer to him. Close enough to touch. Her fingers ran down the straitjacket, tugging on the fabric as Lucy tilted her head to whisper in her husband's ear tauntingly. "Why don't you make me, Harry?"
Them both dying in a hailstorm of bullets would be beautiful. But it was not, she thought, rather all that likely.
A smile inched it's way across his face as Lucy spoke of his threats of death, though tutting at the same time. The Master could not avoid the compliment, watching as her chin tilted upwards at the second part of the statement. He relished in the compliment, for it had been long overdue, and the UNIT soldiers were very weak in giving them out. The Master stayed still as he watched his wife approach him, feeling the tug against the fabric, her fingers running down the side of the straitjacket.
His face turned from a smirk to annoyance, a smooth morphing of his facial features as his wife taunted him. The Master remained calm despite this, he, too, leaned into his wife's ear, "You would not be this close if you did not want me. Your own body betrays you, Lucy." The Master leaned back, to watch his wife's expression. His eyes locked onto Lucy's, and though, he had used the Arc Angel Network on a large scale to enhance his telepathic abilities, he was no stranger to hypnosis.
Indeed, all it took was for Harry to murmur like that in her ear for Lucy to shiver. She'd spent so long dwelling on the bad, on all the ways their relationship had gone wrong, that Lucy had quite forgotten what it felt like for Harry to act like he wanted to give her any attention. For her to be more than just a convenient tool to avoid harm himself or to assert dominance with.
Lucy had forgotten how easily he could make her do things she didn't want to do. There was something about his eyew and his voice. Certainly, he'd terrified her into compliance on plenty of occasions, but sometimes he was merely the devil on her shoulder steering her in directions she'd never intended to sail.
Her fingers obediently moved to tug off the straitjacket now as Harry's silent command coiled through her.
Had she ever not wanted him? He'd been the one to avoid sharing their bed first. But perhaps... perhaps she had as she grew more terrified of him. It was so, so long ago, a lonely chasm of her life that Lucy didn't wish to dwell on.
Post by The Master on Aug 24, 2017 16:42:49 GMT -5
The satisfaction that had spread across his lips was pure, the fact he was able to pull it off once more. He could feel the straitjacket loosening around his shoulders, and it was a pleasant feeling. The humans were far too terrified to trust him to take the straitjacket off. This was a small victory, a victory that he would have to enjoy for a short amount of time until they had decided to put the straitjacket back on - or he could end up negoiating with Kate for some more freedom, seeing as he was now working with UNIT as their scientific advisor.
Which meant, for the time being, he was going to play by their rules - until the time was right, when an obvious hole in their primitive system had formed. The Master eyed Lucy, "Admit it, you missed this." He raised a brow, nothing in his face that suggested any hint of mind control - rather wanting to find out the truth than for it to be forced upon her as the straitjacket slid off his body.
"I got to admit, being UNIT's little scientific advisor is turning out to be rather fun." He chuckled a little bit, stepping back to stretch his arms.
Tag:: @lucyinthesky Notes:: Hope this is alright, sorry it took me so long!
Last Edit: Aug 24, 2017 16:43:45 GMT -5 by The Master: edits
Being near Harry was intoxicating. She'd almost forgotten, traveling about with the Doctor, meeting Jinn, learning so much about how tiny her world was. How many other worlds teeming with life there were.
Only almost though. Forming bonds wasn't particularly easy for her, particularly even such semi permanent ones like marriage. And she had love Harry. Part of her even loved the Master; she just feared him more.
That, and she valued her own life over his. They were matched well in that respect.
The fabric crumpled in her hands as Lucy discarded the jacket. The soft swoosh of it hitting the floor drew her gaze, a tiny smile on her face.
Because he was right. This was a good moment between them.
"Of course I've missed you, darling."
She blinked in amused surprise that he was an advisor for UNIT now.
"I don't think much of their accommodations this time round."
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