17; bets

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[the Master appears on the Astral Plane, awesome! he also looks rather amused in that devious way of his]

Mr. Hunt and I made a bet a day or so past... do ignore the 'juvenile' context of it, it's purely so that I may prove a point to him.

I'd very much enjoy everyone to give their opinion on this.


Does Gene Hunt come off more homosexual than he does heterosexual?


[he narrows his eyes for a moment]

And do avoid lying to me. I can smell it if you lie.

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[demnify.livejournal.com]

[his control wavers, and he lashes out to grab the front of her shirt or whatever, and pull her close]

You will learn how to behave around me.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[tries to pry his hands away from her front, glaring at him] You've no power over me, the worthless, lesser being that you are.

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he snarls, hisses in her face, bears his fangs, then backhands her fiercely]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[hisses in pain, head snapping to the side, but she can't very well get away with his hand fisted in the front of her dress, so she just glares at him some more and then spits in his face]

[demnify.livejournal.com]

[he hits her again; it's tempting to try to rip out her throat, but what little control he can manage, he grasps desperately. her being dead (if it was even possible) would be of absolutely no use]

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[can't quite keep herself from whimpering at the second hit, coughing loudly and shuddering a little because yes, that hurt quite a bit. not that she'd ever admit to it, of course. instead, she starts prying at the Master's fingers, trying to get him to release her]