— break out | prisoner3882
completelyoffkilter:
Skye was careful to give him as much attention as she could. She was tearing up… both overwhelmed with happiness and fear. She leaned down and gently pressed her lips to his forehead. “I love you.” She whispered. She rubbed her thumb gently against his cheek. “I’ve got you clothes to change into. When you’re strong enough to move again. And… I’m working on trying to… uhm… get us a house or something… somewhere we can stay and hide.” She whispered softly.
He slid his thumb against her cheek and smiled a little at the kiss to his forehead. “I love you too,” he whispered and looked at her. “Okay, I haven’t … moved much in a long time, so this will be interesting,” he replied and grinned at her. “Yeah? I would like that. Should I … think about a job?” he wasn’t sure what his skill set was. He had been a psychiatrist, but two men with the same name doing the same job in different places? He wasn’t sure if that would work out very well.
— break out | prisoner3882
completelyoffkilter:
Skylar looked up when she heard his voice, then moved and sat up, her hand immediately caressing his cheek. She smiled softly and nodded. “M’right here. I got you. I got you out. They weren’t paying attention.” She whispered, and rolled her eyes. “They’re slacking there.” She kissed his forehead and kept her arms around him, feeling like she was being pulled into protective mother mode. She couldn’t help it, she wanted to keep him safe… from anyone who wanted to hurt him. And now it felt like the universe was against them. “You okay?” She whispered, trailing her fingers gently through his hair.
And he felt different. Everything felt different as though the madness had dissipated and he was something else. He was breathing and he looked at her a little frightened until she spoke. He smiled a little bit, leaning his cheek into her hand but didn’t really move much. He took in a deep breath and licked his lips, watching her a second and smiled when she hugged him, sliding an arm around her. The madness was gone, it felt like, and was replaced with uncertainty. “I am … okay,” he said, not feeling that bond after it was broken but he still felt a love so great for her. The words felt foreign on his tongue, but they were accurate. “I’m okay. And you?”
— break out | prisoner3882
completelyoffkilter:
Skye had stolen a manipulator as soon as she’d broken out of the prison… Their bond had been broken only a year or so after they’d been caught. She had appeared back in the prison, carefully awaiting until the guards were the least on guard. And when they were goofing off… she slipped into the cell and found her husband… out cold. She wrapped her arms around him and gently nuzzled his neck, eyes watering the moment she had him in her arms. She, herself wasn’t quite as dark as her husband, only under influence. Though if she admitted it, she hoped he… wasn’t as bad as he’d been. She held him close in her arms and put his hand on her manipulator and hit the button, both of them disappearing immediately. They appeared in a small hotel room back on Earth. She laid him down on the bed then rested next to him, pressing her head to his shoulder. “Please wake up…” She whispered.
Admittedly, he went off the rails even further when they had gotten separated. He had killed several guards and a lawyer as they dragged him off to a cell, screaming. They had used electrolysis on him and sedated him, sticking him in a solitary confinement cell in the newly constructed E block. The walls had been specifically Gallifreyan designed to break any marriage bond of any kind and he had felt the separation the second they’d dragged him into the cell. He had his moments of lucidity but most of the time he was powerfully sedated and under constant medical watch. He was strapped to the bed most of the time, accept in his waking hour between the second moonrise and the third.
He had just been sedated back to sleep hours before and they had not strapped him to the bed. This made her ‘rescue’ possible. He started to come to in his waking consciousness, light in his eyes that he hadn’t felt in a long time and he made a sound. Another thing he noticed was a warm body next to him and he looked over at her. “Skylar?” he whispered, not having used his voice in some time, so it sounded dull and scratchy — like sandpaper on wood.
— Hah. The ganger looks like big nose and my sister is a vampire. Today is fun.
thevaliantdame:
Oh, not this story again. Lemme get m’ violin out. Woe be tide. Maybe y’ should have jus’ been a better brother, eh? Like mine.
’S not a story, dear. Sorry t’ disappoint. This is the ‘show’ part of the show and tell. So we can do this two ways- You can run. Which is fun, but, y’ know, exhaustin’. Seein’ as ‘m gonna feed from you anyway, we might as well skip the chase, eh?
Ooh, ooh, you’re funny. I might actually like you. Maybe. Maybe.
Hah, oh that is a hilarious story. I don’t think so, sweetheart, I’m nobody’s meat market. Y’want it, y’gonna have to chase me f’it. I do so like that part.
(Source: prisoner3882)
— Hah. The ganger looks like big nose and my sister is a vampire. Today is fun.
thevaliantdame:
prisoner3882:
Not your sister. Your sister died. Slow an’ painful death, probably. Because you couldn’t look after her.
I can think of a few ways t’ ruin your day.
Mmm, short of tyin’ her up from runnin’ off with that Tommy bloke, wasn’t much I could do while dead, y’know.
Oh do tell. I love a good story.
— Anyone want to hurt themselves? I’m bored.
thevaliantdame:
Stop it. Why are y’ tellin’ me this? It won’t happen t’ my Chris. You’re not him. I didn’t leave him. This won’t happen, cause I won’t leave. An’ you- You’re not him. I can’t fix you. Not my Chris.
Because I want y’to know. That all this is because of you. I did all this because of ya. I destroyed the Silence because of ya. I destroyed those vampire aliens because of ya. And no ‘m not him anymore. But the fact remains — don’t take ‘im f’granted. Ever.
