"Don't touch me!"
Brendan ignored the woman’s protests and continued to card gloved fingers through her soft hair. It was beautiful and his favourite shade of blonde at that. She was quite the creature to behold as well, but then of course she was. All of the women Brendan targeted shared the same characteristics; blonde, fair skin, generally slender build, aged between middle 20s to later 30s, and employed. What job the women held didn’t matter much to Brendan, although he did have a terrible fondness for killing prostitutes.
"I wonder who would miss yeh if yeh suddenly disappeared tonight?" he whispered to her after leaning in that much closer. He was quick to follow it with one of his more dashing smiles too, as though doing so would help to play the whole situation off. Well he couldn’t be blamed for trying, right? It did work on occasion.
"I don't need your pity."
"Is tha’ right?" Brendan asked, his tone sounding awfully cheerful as he walked the length of Rose’s cell from the safety of the outside. He passed his hand over the bars, hitting each one with a soft thump for every step he took. "Separated from the Doctor fore’er an’ now you’re stuck ‘ere in this highly guarded prison with your only means o’ escape comin’ from the Devil with your love’s face. I’d say that’s a pretty fuckin’ pitiable situation, aye? It must really hurt.." With a laugh he moved towards her and pressed his body firmly against the bars that stood between them. He then slipped the stolen jailer’s keys from his pocket and held them up for her to see, jingling them tauntingly just out of reach. "Managed t’ swipe these off o’ soldier outside— Ooh, dead soldier now." He smirked and slid his free arm between the bars to beckon Rose towards him. "Admit it, love. M’ far more fun than he e’er was."
WAS THAT A NOTIFICATION I JUST SAW FOR HAVING MY ASK ANSWERED? DID TUMBLR FINALLY LISTEN ABOUT THAT?
PSA: IF WE’RE IN A MUTUAL AND YOU WANT TO THROW A STARTER AT ME BECAUSE YOUR MUSE WANTS MINE OR YOU JUST WANT TO ROLEPLAY IN GENERAL —- JUST DO IT. I PROMISE, I’LL SCREAM WITH HAPPINESS IF YOU DO. YOU’RE NOT BOTHERING ME ; I WANT TO ROLEPLAY WITH ALL OF THE PEOPLE I FOLLOW. OKAY, YOU’RE ALL WONDERFUL. PCE.
angst sentence starters yay
i have used my satan powers to make another one of these, angst list 2.0
"You're not welcome here anymore."
"Could you tell the truth for once?"
"Don't touch me!"
"I've always hated you."
"Don't go where I can't follow."
"N-no... anything b-but that... p-please..."
"You sicken me."
"Why should I believe you?"
"You're a monster!"
"If you beg I might have mercy on you."
"I will kill you slowly and laugh as I watch the light leave your eyes."
"I thought you loved me."
"Why should I care about you?"
"Get away from me!"
"I have three months to live."
"I don't need your pity."
"No... No! NO! STOP!"
"I will cut you to pieces bit by bit until there's nothing left."
"Go ahead and cry, see if I care."
"You have two months to live."
"You don't love me."
"Don't think you can escape me."
"The buyers will go crazy over you."
"I will kill your family and make you watch."
"How could anyone love a monster like me?"
"Are you drunk again?"
"What am I living for anymore?"
"I can't... not anymore..."
"Pick a god and pray."
"Don't bother screaming, no one can hear you."
"I will do anything for you."
"You killed my family."
"It's all your fault."
"Don't forget that I own you."
"I can't breathe."
"You've been crying haven't you?"
"Who could ever love a monster like you?"
"I will bring you unimaginable pain until death comes as a blessing."
"Let's see... boiling water or red hot iron next..."
"Why didn't you tell me about this?"
“Why didn't you take me with you?”
He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t expected to find the Doctor waiting for him upon return from the Storage House, or that he hadn’t anticipated the sight of that damn scowl on his perfectly identical face. Yet somehow he still felt surprised by it. And equally annoyed. “Because,” he started, meeting the Time Lord’s dark look with one of his own as he continued, “The only people that go with me to that house are cattle. They are to be slaughtered. I doubt you want to join their ranks, so why does it matter that you were left behind, mm? Unless you desired to observe.. In which case I might consider it during my next venture out. Otherwise be grateful you were forgotten.”
"I formally refuse to be forgotten” The Doctor replied in a soft tone; danger hinted beneath a layer of affable cordiality just a bit too cheery “Especially if it’s because you want to play the lone rancher and don’t let anyone join the fun. You’ve got enough lambs… You can afford to share”
He clicked his tongue in an annoyed gesture and drummed his fingers once on the arm of the couch.
"Of course I want to watch. Why in Hell’s first name wouldn’t I want to watch that?" He murmured, hissing quietly like some sort of highly offended cat ”And I’d be more than happy to help you deal with the filth… If you’re not afraid of me doing it better, that is. Do consider it” He finished with a mocking, wild grin.
The temptation to beat the Doctor’s face in for back talking him was almost too powerful for Brendan to resist, but resist it he did. For once he stopped himself to think over the Time Lord’s words, if only for the promising possibilities they held. Was having him tag along really such a bad idea? Brendan had often wondered what it’d be like to have an audience; to have someone there that understood and wouldn’t interfere. The only problem with that was Brendan worked alone. It was less complicated that way and he didn’t have to worry about someone else fucking up and making him lose his prey. It was why he’d never brought anyone before. The Doctor wasn’t a fool, though. He was capable. More than capable in fact and Brendan knew this well from experience. The man’s offer to help with the filth was just an enticing bonus. As were the lewd thoughts that suddenly passed through his mind in regards. Perhaps he could persuade the Doctor to join him in his cleansing bath after the ‘festivities’..
"Yeh don’t like bein’ cooped up in the house all day, d’yeh?" Brendan cooed back to him with a tone that was just as mocking as his double’s damnable grin. He was standing over the Doctor now, staring back into those same dark eyes while he proceeded to peel off his bloodied gloves. He let the first fall carelessly to the floor, then, after lowering himself onto the couch and straddling the Doctor’s lap, Brendan lifted his still-gloved hand to the Time Lord’s mouth and brushed a single crimson-smeared finger over his lower lip. "Yeh want out? Prove how good yeh are at cleanin’ up."
If my character is flirting with yours:
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