★ 18 [Voice] Some Sundays It's Loud as Thunder

[mightbeconcussed]

Harold Saxon aka The Master left the City today.

People go away and come back all the time, right? He wouldn't tell me to wait if he wasn't planning on coming back. And what does that even mean? Wait for what? Wait for dinner. Wait for Summer. Wait for football season. Wait until I get back which could be who knows when.

Just...wait.

In any case, I'm staying Harry's indefinitely. He left me the flat until he gets back. Someone has to take care of Masha.

Keats, I need alcohol and lots of it.

I'm out of ice cream and I hate today.

Comments

[council-king.livejournal.com]

Slow learner, are you? Remember how we met? The Master was the only reason I forgave your insults.

He isn't here now.

This comment does not exist

[valentineluke.livejournal.com]

*sees what you said*

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

Touch me and I swear to God I will scream rape and abuse as loud as I possibly can. The police may not be able to do anything to you but you will be outed for what you really are.

Now say please and I'll show you the note.

[council-king.livejournal.com]

Naive. Foolish. As if that would be something that would concern me in the slightest bit.

[His voice lowers as his attention wanes.]

What the Master sees in such a thing. It sullies me even to waste my words... Gone, Koschei?

[He sighs and the connection is terminated.]