Open RP - Midnight snacks

[theregothedrums]

Well, things had been going acceptably. Even the fairly drastic situation with the truth-compelling chocolates and the Hogwarts intranet had been salvageable.

Therefore, he sauntered through the halls of Hogwarts at what might safely be considered an ungodly, singing a jaunty song with gusto. The kitchen was his planned destination, a snack was

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[fantastic_nine]

Time Lords rarely ever slept. On the average, they only needed a few hours evert few days to remain alert and active. As a result, the Doctor tended to get rather bored most nights.

He sat in a dimly lit corner of the kitchen, as still as a statue. Blue eyes were distant, unfocused as he did a bit of psychic rearranging. After over nine hundred years, a periodic tidying up was in order. The only indication that he was even aware of his surroundings was the steaming mug that he would sometimes raise to his lips.

[fantastic_nine]

The haze of fire cleared to the warm orange sky of Gallifrey, a clear sky with no debris, smoke or death in sight.

Frustration bled into dry amusement. Making me ask twice in one trip? You always were persistent.

[theregothedrums]

I've put on tonight's show. he thought, a little testily. If you want more, you need to be more specific.

[fantastic_nine]

All right. You want a question? Then show me our past. Show me us. Show me why. You showed me the drums, and I understand. But show me *why* you pushed me away.

He kept himself tightly coiled, contained. Was he afraid of the answer? Or was he bracing for the truth? After so long, he couldn't be entirely sure which.

Please.

[theregothedrums]

Not in the kitchen, he thought a bit dryly. But I can show you. Just as we agreed.

[fantastic_nine]

He broke the contact, careful to keep his expression neutral. "What was it you had in mind?"

[theregothedrums]

"That wasn't part of the terms," the Master said, seeming a bit disoriented about returning to speech. "You ask, I say yes. You have a few places I won't pry, you see what I show you."

[fantastic_nine]

"And I agreed. You also said not here. I do think we'd look a bit odd trying to navigate the halls with our minds still linked. The moving staircases could make it a bit dodgy."

[theregothedrums]

"Oh, I don't doubt it," he said with a shrug. "But you were asking questions. Can't have you bracing yourself beforehand."

[fantastic_nine]

"Prefer a more visceral reaction to the answer?"

[theregothedrums]

"Oh, give it to me," he said,in a tone so dripping in bravado that it masked his anxiety. To show memories as vividly as he was, he had to feel them as if reliving them. Coming in and out of rapport was a bit of a distraction.

[fantastic_nine]

The Doctor quirked a grin at the bravado, hiding some of his own anxiety. "Then show me. I asked, now you have to answer. Show me why."

[theregothedrums]

"Why? Why am I doing this? Why am I doing these things now? Or why do I want more privacy right now than a kitchen?" He closed his eyes and tipped his head back, speaking low and quick. "Because I'm going to show you us."

[fantastic_nine]

The tone in his voice spoke of danger and other dark things.
But the one thing the Doctor was never able to resist was curiosity. It had nearly gotten him killed in multiple regenerations. And he was about to follow it again into what was likely going to be Serious Trouble.

"Then show me. If not here, then where?"

[theregothedrums]

"Presumably we both have rooms? Unless you don't want me to know where yours is. I suppose you could stretch my concession of letting you keep things back enough to allow that." He grinned again, head still tilted back. "It's so very important to be clear about this."

[fantastic_nine]

"Come on," he said, turning on his heel and walking in the direction of Gryffindor. He did not look back.