April hasn't done much with the journal she has tucked in the strap that held Julian's Kimber in place at the small of her back when she arrived. ( ... )
Thane is restless. He still can't get to most of the Doctor's little surrogate family, and while having two people in custody certainly hurts him to some extent, it seems... paltry, compared to what two Time Agents should bring to the table. Time was, he could walk into any seat of office and start a manhunt for the Doctor's associates. Now
( ... )
April noticed Thane come in, of course, and tensed up on instinct. But she wasn't expecting to be yanked out of the Doctor's lap by her wrists, whatever else had happened so hard. And she can't help but cry out sharply, because it hurts. Her entire torso is burning and screaming, and even after she's been yanked back up onto her tip-toes like before, she can't help but whimper softly.
The datapad is coming dangerously close to slipping out and clattering to the floor. Even through the pain, she hopes desperately that it doesn't.
The Doctor growls a little as he's yanked to his feet, glancing over to April as she yelps. No no no no no... He reaches out psychically without thinking, to comfort her, but he's not touching her and not strong enough on his own to do a thing.
He grimaces, rattles the cuffs at his wrists, though it's almost painful, the skin under the metal starting to get a little raw. After the last time... "Torchwood didn't come running like you expected, then?" he asks Thane, and almost manages to sound casual. "It's a shame people aren't conveniently stupid when you'd like them to be..."
Alright, maybe he had been a little concerned about that, but that's what the Vesmier's for, and if they haven't come by now they're obviously not rushing into anything...
Thane reaches out, idly smoothing the lapel of the Doctor's shirt. The skin is still cool. Sooner or later, he imagines, he's going to cut that skin open, all the way down to the hearts, see this creature's insides
( ... )
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The datapad is coming dangerously close to slipping out and clattering to the floor. Even through the pain, she hopes desperately that it doesn't.
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He grimaces, rattles the cuffs at his wrists, though it's almost painful, the skin under the metal starting to get a little raw. After the last time... "Torchwood didn't come running like you expected, then?" he asks Thane, and almost manages to sound casual. "It's a shame people aren't conveniently stupid when you'd like them to be..."
Alright, maybe he had been a little concerned about that, but that's what the Vesmier's for, and if they haven't come by now they're obviously not rushing into anything...
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