mightbeconcussed | ★ 37 [text || video] Wasn't it beautiful when you believed in everything

Harry is back and I'm really glad. The flat is too big and the City is too scary when he's not here. When he's here though it's harder to be the Queen of Denial about the whole 'Harry was a demon and evil during the hell curse. I mean...it doesn't mean anything, right? Evil and good...the City probably just drew lottery tickets. You got to be evil. You get to be good and you...you're just crispy critter in a river of boiling blood.

Except...I know I deserved to be where I was and if I deserved to be where I was then maybe Harry did too.

Really, there ought to be an advice column in the City. Dear Abby: I think my boyfriend might be evil. What's a girl to do?

/End Private

I've never been a huge fan of snow. It doesn't snow in Birmingham very often and even then it melts right off. At least I've got an excuse to buy cute new boots and a hat. Possibly one with ear flaps.

Can you ski on the mountain? I've always sort of wanted to tromp around in a ski chalet in boots and those super tight, smexy ski pants.

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Who doesn't like lasers? Really. Lucy finishes the second part of the snowman and places it on top of the base then watches the Master make her laser with a big grin on her face.

It's only meant to be fairly rudimentary, so he's done making it reasonably quickly. He hands it to her carefully. "There you are. Happy Early Christmas. Don't go shooting it until we're finished." Just needs a head, now, and maybe a few other details, but head first. He starts on that.

"No shooting until we're finished," she crosses her heart and starts inspecting her pockets with things they can use for eyes, nose, mouth and other accessories.

The head is a lot faster to make, being smaller, and the Master puts it on top and makes sure that it won't fall off. Then he does a bit of snow packing for arms along the sides. If he was better at sculpture, he'd have a go at making it look a little more realistic to one of the deities, but this is okay. He'll just use his imagination.

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When the head goes on the snowman, Lucy uses a hair elastic for an open O of a mouth. Two mismatched earrings serve as eyes. She unwinds her own scarf from her neck and puts it about the snow deity's neck.

"He looks pretty complete. He could do with a nose though."

The Master takes out a satsuma from his pocket (because tis the season? Who cares, he HAS one) and screws it into place as the nose.

"Are you sure about the scarf?" he asks. "We are shooting it. With lasers."

Lucy considers that a moment, head tilting to one side before she reclaims her scarf.

"I like this one." A pause as she looks at their 'completed' snow deity.

"Is it laser time?"

"It is." The Master grins at Lucy and gestures cordially at the snow deity. "Your turn first, my dear."

She bites her bottom lip to stifle the giggles. She holds the laser gun up, closes one eye to sight down the gun and fires.

The first shot misses. Daddy always did say she couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. The second shot however...the snowman is missing a part of his head.

And that done, she lets the giggles loose.

The Master files away 'bad shot' for future consideration and then twiddles with his laser screwdriver a moment to get the right setting. That done, he takes aim and blows away most of the rest of the head, vastly amused.

"Your go again!" he says cheerfully to Lucy. He doesn't get to shoot things very often here. He really needs to find more excuses.

"And it's good" Her arms go up in the universal touchdown sign. She takes aim at the body of the snowman this time, aiming right for the heart--if the snowman had a heart.

The shot goes slightly wide but not much. She's settling into it.

"Shot through the heart and you're to blame. Darlin' you give looooove a bad name!"

Yes she is singing Bon Jovi. So sorry.

The Master smirks at her. Nothing to apologise for, Lucy, this is the man who soundtracked his entire take-over and destruction of the Earth. Or, with somewhat more relevance to Lucy, is the man who will suddenly switch on poppy music and slide into the living room in sock feet, singing along.

He doesn't pay as much attention this time, which is why he wings the side of the snowman and melts a patch of snow just beyond it. He leans slightly sideways to take a look at it.

"Hm." He nods at Lucy and turns toward the other empty snowy expanse to start drawing rude words in Gallifreyan in it with his laser screwdriver turned down a notch.

It's one of her favorite things about him--the willingness to be cheesy.

She takes another shot, demolishing another good portion of the torso then tilts her head and watches him.

"What does it say?"

"Rude things," says the Master, idly twiddling with his laser screwdriver, flipping it about to draw circles and arcs. "In my language. It's not really translateable. If any Time Lord were to be flying overhead, they'd be rather shocked, though. Hopefully offended."

"If they're flying over...SOS might be more useful?"

Just a suggestion. Really.

"Best not to get them involved," says the Master, a little darkly. "They'd only leave us here in the end. And I was speaking more specifically, anyway."

"Right. The Doctor," Lucy nods a bit. "He's your friend, right?" She has been around enough boys to know they show their love to each other by being rude instead of nice.

"Nemesis," the Master corrects her, making a bit of a face.

"So which one of you is the evil Nemei and which is the good one?" Lucy asks, wide eyed, very curious and sincere. She doesn't exactly expect an honest answer but she's hoping for something.

"I'd hope I'm not as black and white as all that," says the Master. But he shrugs and says, "I'm the good one," anyway. "I'm the one who really wants to change the universe for the better. The Doctor thinks too small."

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