IT'S JULY 25TH.
YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS?
5 MORE MONTHS UNTIL CHRISTMAS.
YOU KNOW WHAT IT ALSO MEANS?
5 MONTHS AND 2 DAYS UNTIL MY BIRTHDAY.
LET'S PLACE BETS ON IF I'LL STILL HAVE ENOUGH HALF-ASSED IDEAS TO WRITE THIS STORY BY THEN, AND DRINK EGGNOG.
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Push to Shove (Chapter 37):
My Master is always a tie between John Simm and Eric Roberts...John Simm was the best to be a BRITISH Master, but if Doctor Who had been an American-based show, DAMN WOULD HAVE ERIC SEXY ROBERTS DONE A GREAT JOB. *old 90's picture of Eric Roberts shows up on computer and begins to drool in fangirl fashion*
Guest (Chapter 37):
YES. WEEBLES BE COMIN' 'LONG.
ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?
BloodLily16 (Chapter 37):
*didn't bother to re-read chapter*
'wonder why' what?
Song used is Varúð by the amazing Icelandic band Sigur Rós. If you haven't listened to any music I've written in, at least listen to this one.
Chapter Thirty Eight- Varúð
Within minutes, The Master was being pulled in by his collar into the ocean. Jessie had become about knee-deep in the churning, but not threatening, waves. "Come on!" she pleaded, pulling again, he made a gagging noise, grabbing at her hand to get her to loosen her grip. "Sorr-" before she could finish her apology, he had maneuvered out of her grip, and caught himself before falling into the calf-high water. His pants were already wet to about the knee, and Jessie noticed his legs were shaking, resembling a foal about to take its first step. "Are you-?" before she could finish, he had cut her off in a stern tone, trying to sound manly. "No! It's just- I haven't been in water besides a shower in this regeneration before..." he stammered, walking a little bit further, waiting as if something was going to come and pull him under.
"Don't lie to me." Jessie said flatly, looking at him with her intense eyes. "Okay," he said, sighing. "I'm pretty sure I suffer from a tad bit of aquaphobia in this regeneration." He said, calmly walking a few steps towards her. She smiled, seeing he was taking a brave step into conquering his new-found, yet still paralyzing fear. Within a few seconds, he was right next to her. A few seconds more- they were about chest-deep in the water. Suddenly, the planet no longer wa vibrant to them. It reminded her of what Cape Cod would look like during winter, or a storm... or maybe both of the two combined. The beach was a dull tan color, looking grainy and rock-filled, and the sky was cloudy and grey, with the clouds that usually brought in snow back home- but it wasn't cold, yet the temperature had changed to a cooler 50-40 degrees Fahrenheit. The waves were now a dark navy blue, which was almost black. It was cloudy, making her unable to even see her midsection. "But you know, Jessie...' The Master, said, grabbing her arm. "What a great time to face fears." with that said, he dived down into the water, pulling her underneath the water with great force. The water felt somehow heavier than the old island sky blue waters, and it showed that it was, since Jessie and The Master sat underneath the waves by about four feet, and increasing as they dangled.
Þrjú lagst út
Og reitum til alls tiðna
Út allt, allt út
Og kveikjum bálkerti
Og vindur undan frá
Sem hverlir orðnar múrar
Allt, allt út um allt
Og nóg beini er kalt
Drepur allt
Varúð
Varúð
Suddenly, Jessie opened her eyes underneath the water to see The Master's vibrant turquoise eyes staring at her, his lips shut in a smile. His clothes added to the dark feel around them, as well as his even paler than usual skin, and black hair. But those eyes shone out into the darkness. In turn, he looked at her. Her short, auburn brown hair was cast in shadow, but still glinted in the rare trickles of light from the world above. Her eyes were an odd sea foam green crossed with baby powder blue shade, with gold around the edges, looking like they were two jade orbs. Her lips were pursed together as if it wasn't for the lack of air, she'd be smiled back, even opening his mouth to smile, not letting any water in. She took the chance he had did and smiled back, the ocean wiping away all her makeup, revealing freckles on her cheeks. He smiled even wider at them, and then embraced her with an underwater hug, holding her tight as he could, letting them rise to the surface.
Útan liður í ísköld
Kveikjum varðeld, þá að komi kvöld
Og orðin bíðum bláköld
Við reisum aftur á sifurskjól
Og vindur undan frá
Sem hverlir orðnar múrar
Allt, allt út um allt
Þarna lá þúsund fall
Og dregur all
Varúð
Varúð
Varúð