"Pears, hm?“ His stare shot through her like a speeding arrow.
"Tell me, miss.. Are you a ‘pear’?”
“I– I tried, alright?”
“I at least tried to be a good man.”
“Oh, how I have plans for you.”
"If you keep blurting out random crap like that–“
”I will shove a supernova down your throat.“
[ There. All better. ]
[♣] Petals ]||[ DRABBLE [♣]
She l o v e s me
He yanked her hair backwards, a scream erupting from her throat. The cold end of his gun colliding with her spine, pressed firmly against it so he could feel her backbone. As his respiration converged with hers, he smiled and kissed her neck.
She loves me not.
'Why are you doing this’ she repeatedly asked as his knife formed calm circles on her flat stomach, like dropping a pebble in resting water and watching the perfect mirror corrupt. He couldn’t help but smile– Laugh, even. The drips of blood and cold warmth that the marks erupted made him happy, even if it were only for this moment. Right here, right now.
She l o v e s me
The knife slowly found its way to her neck, sliding just the tip through her skin as she mewled and showed resistance. Her moving only made the drawing -his work of art- more uneven. This line he shaped, carved from her stomach onto her shoulder, onto her neck.. It had reached her face and her cheeck. He needed something spectacular to finish the painting of scarlet lines, waving over her body that was perfect in every way. He needed to bring out the imperfections, even if they weren’t there; he would need to create them. And so he did. His knife, red from her blood, stood right-angled on her cheeks, red from screaming, and pierced through the skin, stabbing right into her mouth and brushing over her tongue.
She loves me not.
Only a few hours ago, she thought he actually was in love with her. She walked with him to his place because she just couldn’t stand seeing those puppy eyes, even if they seemed a bit lifeless– a bit off, get hurt. Only a few hours ago, she sipped from a steaming cup of tea. That same tea would now gently pour out from the hole he made in her cheek by piercing and turning around his favourite knife. Only a few hours ago, she didn’t find out the horrible man that hid behind those puppy eyes.
She loves me.. not.
And she never will–
For she didn’t survive
Her imperfections.
Okay, so, I need volunteers. So send me an ask or like this or something if you want your muse tortured and severely damaged. Seriously, I’ve got massive ideas, and they might or might not involve knives, cannibalism and blood.
‘Darkness’ - Open
Thursday night. Rain poured, ticking softly onto the Doctor’s tweed jacket as he pulled up his collar to protect his neck against the cold. He had no clue why he was walking through this empty street, heels clicking an echo through it, nor did he know where he was going. He had a thirst, and this thirst had to end soon.
Stepping down the road, he found a silhouette glancing up at him before shooting into an alley. The Doctor closed his eyes and shook his head. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Why come out here in the middle of the night, wandering in a dark alley way, the sky roaring down to you? That’s like asking to taste the sweet metal of my knife gliding down your throat, isn’t it?
The Doctor grinned and slipped into the alley, where he found the person standing under a little roof, where they were hidden from the ever so screaming rain.
❝ – Hello! ❞
He called out, friendly tone in his voice echoing through the alley. Murder was no fun without identity. He needed to get to know the victim first. Needed to taste their blood first. The Doctor smiled, though he was almost certain the smile would not reach the stranger, drowned in – darkness –.
Dinner || Open
The final detail, and… done. The Doctor licked the remaining sauce of his fingers- Or was it blood. He always failed to tell the difference. Another glance at the fine wine and lovely dish on the table, and the Doctor was ready to welcome his guest to dinner.
“Good evening.”
// Guess who’s got back his muse for this muse? This guy! Expect my Dark!Doctor to be 1000% darker than before. Pop by his ask and give him some love :D
The Companion || Afuturethatnevergotlived
“Make them listen.” Clara replied fumbling around for the door handle, turning away slightly to look. His expression was mournful, much less menacing. If she could just speak to her Doctor she could help him, she knew he would know what to do. She turned the handle and to her own horror realised that it was locked. “I need to go now, please” she said carefully as if the sound of her voice might alter his mood “I can help you, I promise, but I have to get out of here.”
Her words flowed through him, though only the first sentence stuck onto his mind. Make them listen. The Twin stood up and calmly walked over to her. "You can help me. Yes.. You can. I will make you listen.” A hand shooting towards the empty winebottle next to him. The loud sound of a bottle clashing to a skull. She was unconscious.
via; claraosity-deactivated20171125 source; predxtor-blog
Consuming Darkness | hiscompanionisdeath
Consuming Darkness | hiscompanionisdeath
He eagerly glanced over her body, draped in the blanket as he laid his hands in her neck, absorbing her warmth in a kiss. “Plans can wait.” He stated shortly after pulling back from the kiss. Her magnetizing powers worked again as he just couldn’t stop touching skin that wasn’t tucked in warm blankets and fondling her hair. The Twin couldn’t help but show a minor grin while pushing his lips against hers and brushing his tongue over her teeth.
It's a Silly Notion to Dream;: Consuming Darkness | hiscompanionisdeath
He smiled as the side of her took over again that he helped create. A side he could never live without anymore. That thought had a worrying and strange but nice ring to it. They were two pieces of a broken heart, fitting together only to be a decayed heart that once…
He eagerly glanced over her body, draped in the blanket as he laid his hands in her neck, absorbing her warmth in a kiss. “Plans can wait.” He stated shortly after pulling back from the kiss. Her magnetizing powers worked again as he just couldn’t stop touching skin that wasn’t tucked in warm blankets and fondling her hair. The Twin couldn’t help but show a minor grin while pushing his lips against hers and brushing his tongue over her teeth.
Alive || Bitings-like-kissing-idris
She winced and bit her lip. She bit down on her tongue until she tasted blood in her mouth.
“Is this some sick, twisted way to get yourself off,” she snarls. “Don’t even let me have a chance, but to just knock me out and tie me up. I thought you people liked a chase.”
“Nah- Chase only shows fear. This..-” He raised the knife from the perfect cut on her crimson cheek and placed it near her collarbone. “..is pure pain. I don’t like fear. Fear is boring. Pain shows true colours.” The Twin let the knife brush over her skin again, a distant smile carved into his face.
via; bitings-like-kissing-idris-deac source; predxtor-blog
Consuming Darkness | hiscompanionisdeath
Apparently she had finally fallen asleep and she hardly realised that he had come in but he had. It took a moment for her to truly wake up and her ear was pressed against something that was giving her a steady beating sound. Two hearts, yes it was most certainly him. Slowly she lifted her head from its position and back to where it rightfully belonged on one of the pillows that lined the top of the bed and she felt one of those long yawns that she often had come from her lips. Clara turned her head to look at the Twin, and she did what she always did; wonder why she chose him? Of course he looked exactly the same as the Doctor, but she never truly understood why she had chosen his darkness that had never been appealing to her over the light. Why was it that him calling her love still made her feel wonderful inside? It really shouldn’t have and she really shouldn’t have even been able to feel warmth. But now in her groggy state a thin smile came to her lips. One of her hands traveled to his face though his gaze was wandering and she looked at him with a gaze of love and interest.
Neither of which she thought she really had. At least not for him, but for the Doctor she always would. Such a deceitful path she had decided to follow. Not only to him, but to herself. Her thumb began to circle around on his jaw and she looked at him with that fake magical wonder then moved her head so she could touch her lips to his.
“Not really good, now is it? Nothing with us is ever good,” she was still hovering over him in this strange seductive manner that she had learned to tap into. And then she lowered her lips again because it just felt right in this new character she had shaped into. A character of lies and one who murdered for the sheer thrill of spinning darkness. The old Clara would be so disappointed in her and sometimes even she was disappointed in herself. “Perhaps we should make up a new name for it.”
He smiled as the side of her took over again that he helped create. A side he could never live without anymore. That thought had a worrying and strange but nice ring to it. They were two pieces of a broken heart, fitting together only to be a decayed heart that once beat, causing death and destruction combined. And he loved it that way.
The Twin gazed at her and took in her natural beauty as he scanned her personality again in his thoughts. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. The only thing bothering him was that she sometimes felt too.. forced. Sometimes he was alive and she was an actor, hired to improvise around the scenario he wrote. The Twin had no doubt she would fix herself eventually, but for now he tried to enjoy that glimpse of her that once or twice shone through.
“Make up a name for it? Bad morning? Evil morning?” He chucked lightly as he stroked her arm up and down with the tip of his fingers, enjoying how she shivered from it. “I think good morning is okay. A bit ironic, but it’ll do.” He glanced around the room, only to find his sight drawn back to her. Always back to her, as her beautifully devious smile gave her the ability to draw him towards her. A Twin magnet. He grinned at the thought and moved back to her, pushing a kiss on her lips that was more rough and passionate than hers.