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Nodding he listened. "One night." he said quietly, barely audible. It wasn't going to be for the purpose she would first assume. "I've got the money, just. Whenever you have an opening. Let me know?" his tone changed to the slightly more, self assured voice. The worst she could do, was say no... She was rather good at that.

“I’m sure,” she muttered, eyes running over every inch available to her. Well, he certainly didn’t seem injured, no bruises or gashes marred his skin. He seemed out of place, but that was hardly anything new. He always seemed to be uncomfortable around her, for he still held the fear that she would run. The logic of which was flawed, but she let it be. “I always appear when you do, dear. It wouldn’t do to keep a man waiting when he asks so nicely.”

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“I didn’t think you’d come. Not.. after all this time.” he spoke softly his voice slightly hoarse. “are you well? Did.. the phone help? The.. contacts?” he inquired slightly doing his best to remain completely calm. The emotion in his eyes was hard to miss, he could control almost everything… but not this. Not himself around her. 

Everything became her when she was near, his skin tingled in remembrance of that one weekend. The weekend he had sent himself to hell, just to spend those precious hours with her. 

“Bit complicated… The whole.. face thing..” he said a bit awkwardly.

[text:] Be at the cafe, 15 minutes? 

He didn’t have the faintest clue what he was doing. He didn’t even know how to.. explain this. How did he explain that he had lost everything, and everyone, and then been given this.. blasted face back. How did he explain that he still had no peace, and being near him would only hurt her. Why had he asked her to come.. Why.. was he so weak.

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I was just about to leave you a message that said I loved you. Then I remembered we weren't together anymore. And yeah.... That didn't feel good.

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[text:] Be at the cafe, 15 minutes? 

He didn't have the faintest clue what he was doing. He didn't even know how to.. explain this. How did he explain that he had lost everything, and everyone, and then been given this.. blasted face back. How did he explain that he still had no peace, and being near him would only hurt her. Why had he asked her to come.. Why.. was he so weak.

[text]: sentimentality. tut tut.

[text]: seems I’m free too. How long are you free?

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I long for... this to end.

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As he entered he looked, downtrodden to say the least. He was a man ashamed of his past, but unable to ever be free of it. He had no one in this world, his lovers and children gone, far out of his reach. The woman he had loved for so long, still refusing him. Who was he, and why, why couldn't he ever be free.

Freezing for a split second he scented her, turning quickly he began to glance at items on shelves. He threw himself into the task while trying to identify, who... or what she was.

The C & H bakery had opened an hour ago.   Audrie had made sure everything was read, all the appropriate food was fresh, and ready to go.     She was doing cash register today, at least the first half of the day.    They always switched out, it would be earlier if they began running low on their baked goods they sold.    Regardless, Audrie intended to have a good day at work today.   What she hadn’t expected was to feel a Time Lord approach, he wasn’t like any Time Lord she had met before and she managed to remain passive.

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Just as you have stayed at his. Hold onto the things you love, before they.. fade forever.

I feel strong enough to sit outside

Grant me the chance to earn before being judged by the actions of another? [he was cool in his voice] Your ‘husband’ the Valeyard? 

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Oh tut tut, you wrote a whole story just so you could be the bad guy.

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[He looked the man over, smirking at his confident posture] Was there something you needed?

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Grant me the chance to earn before being judged by the actions of another? [he was cool in his voice] Your 'husband' the Valeyard? 

I feel strong enough to sit outside

[taking a deep breath he opened his palms, on one, was carved in deep scars, LIAR, on the other BEAST.] I did these when I first returned from the timelock, I was a woman. I killed myself in grief and pain of my actions. I have born these scars in ever regeneration since. There are numerous others if you are so inclined. I am marked so that I can not harm anyone else. Not that I have the faintest desire to harm anyone.

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[taking a deep breath he opened his palms, on one, was carved in deep scars, LIAR, on the other BEAST.] I did these when I first returned from the timelock, I was a woman. I killed myself in grief and pain of my actions. I have born these scars in ever regeneration since. There are numerous others if you are so inclined. I am marked so that I can not harm anyone else. Not that I have the faintest desire to harm anyone.

I feel strong enough to sit outside

Why not share? What’s the worst I can do?

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Why not share? What's the worst I can do?

I feel strong enough to sit outside

Why not?

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Why not?

I feel strong enough to sit outside

I hear.. it now. If it’s any.. console. It loves you, and from what it thinks. Very rightly so. 

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anyone else for relationships? >< 

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I hear.. it now. If it's any.. console. It loves you, and from what it thinks. Very rightly so. 

I feel strong enough to sit outside

Well.. it’s a tiny bit timelord. No matter how little, it’s… still thinking. I could allow you to hear as I do. You could simply touch my hand, and then the things I hear from your child would be yours. [he offered fully expecting rejection]

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