Abusive ||Starter Sentences||
"I expect you to be home at 7 o'clock sharp, you hear me?"
"Where the fuck were you?! You know I'm going to have to punish you now, right?"
"Now which spot on your body haven't I bruised yet?"
"You've been a VERY naughty boy/girl today.. so you have to be punished. Now do you want the taser first or the hot iron?"
"As soon as you get home, you're going to [insert chore(s) here].. or else..."
"Nobody loves you besides me, but some days, you piss me off to the point where I consider leaving you."
"You did a shitty ass job! Do it again!"
"What did I say about staying out late?! Huh?! WHAT DID I SAY?!"
"God, I can't fucking LIVE with you anymore! You're a disgrace and, compared to your older/younger brother/sister, you're absolute fucking dirt!"
"Jesus, do you even know how to do this?! It's simple, yet you're fucking stupid!"
"Every passing moment I'm with you, I regret the day I ever asked you out."
"Don't leave, please.. I'm sorry for what I did to you.. I promise I'll never do it again."
"It's remarkable how I even put up with you for the past [insert number here] months/years."
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"You're not welcome here anymore."
"Could you tell the truth for once?"
"Don't go where I can't follow."
"N-no... anything b-but that... p-please..."
"Why should I believe you?"
"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?"
"I have three months to live."
"I don't need your pity."
"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."
"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?"
"What am I living for anymore?"
"I can't... not anymore..."
"Don't bother screaming, no one can hear you."
"I will do anything for you."
"Don't forget that I own you."
"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?"
"I do, I miss Tristan." he replied, sitting up on the bed. "He's got so much of you in him, did you know that? He's so committed to making others happy, he's like a little sun." he smiled softly. "Come on then, Guardian Samuels. We're gonna see your son and your best friends again. But first, we should have breakfast and maybe do something about your hair." he spoke the last words teasingly, trying to mock her.
"Oi," she grumbled as she got out of bed and headed toward the shower. "Not all of us can roll out of bed looking like sex." She stepped into the shower and slowly relaxed as the warm water flowed over her.
It’s Munday! Go on ask questions about the Mun and the Muse will answer.
They will give their opinion and judge and just tell you how it is to be in Mun’s head all the time. Any question. Mun can’t do anything.
Storm was more than a bit confused about the question. He had been dreaming of the cabin and many of the beautiful memories that came with it and he had just woken up to the sound of Megan's voice. It took him several seconds to process what she had said. "I forgot and fell asleep." he replied, eyes still closed as a sleepy smile curved his lips. "You woke me up from a very good dream." he pouted, opening his eyes to look at her. "You should kiss me to make me forget you did."
Biting her lip apologetically, Megan kissed him before snuggling back into his chest. “Sorry,” she murmured right after. “We can go home, if you want…”
Once Storm had finished playing, he turned around to find Megan asleep, hugging his pillow tightly. He smiled to himself and made his way to the bed, bringing the covers up and carefully wrapping his arms around her, trying not to wake her up. He sent a few warm waves of colours and musical notes to her mind before he drifted off as well, finding peace at last because she was safe in his arms.
Megan woke a few hours later. She squirmed in Storm’s arms and murmured, “Did you record me snoring?”
"I was running out of songs to play anyways." he assured her before moving away and back towards the piano. "Do not think for a minute that I'll let you keep that pillow, young lady. It's my pillow." he warned amused as he placed the sheet music before him. He placed his long set of fingers in the right keys before the music started pouring out of the piano and echoing softly inside the room.
Megan recognised every note. As she drifted off, she murmured the words to herself. “There’s a lady who’s sure, all that glitters is gold, and she’s buying a stairway to heaven…” Slowly, she fell asleep, murmuring the words until she had fallen completely into her dreams.
"Everything's easier now that you're here. Everything's better." he responded, standing up and walking towards her to press a kiss on the top of her head, not being able to stay away from her for too long. "I've got my own sheet music. It's a softer version, hope you don't mind."
"That’s fine," she murmured softly. "Thank you for learning it for me…"
"You're here now, it's all that matters." he flashed her his best smile from over his shoulder, trying to cheer her up. "You and your baby cheeks and that messy hair that you forgot to comb, the bad morning breath because you didn't brush your teeth..." he teased, chuckling softly. "I'm so happy right now because you're here." his eyes filled with unwanted tears and his voice cracked a bit before he cleared his throat. "So Stairway to Heaven? Do you want me to try and play it for you?"
"Please?" she asked softly, holding his pillow to her chest so the top half covered her nose and mouth. "I think I downloaded the sheet music.. Will it be easier to remember how to play, now that I’m here?"
Meme: Storm closed his eyes, a small smile forming on his lips. "Thank you, angel" the last word was whispered with adoration as if she was some Goddess worth worshipping for blessing him with the peace of her presence. His hearts began to beat slower, his lips parted and his chest rose and fell with each deep sigh. And slowly, very slowly, he fell asleep, his arm extended subconsciously in her direction as if reaching out to her for help. For the first time in centuries, no nightmares took over
Megan sighed and gently held his hand for a few moments. When the moment had passed, she pulled the covers up to his chin and left the room.
"Alright, I'll make a CD of me playing if you can make a CD of you snoring so I don't feel so lonely at night when you're gone." he teased, smirking over his shoulder as he continued playing. "I tried playing it while you were away, but couldn't finish it without crying each time." he admitted accidentally, realizing too late that his sadness in her absence was not something worth confessing this very day. "I can try again now." he offered, trying to soothe the possible damage of his words.
"You can record me snoring if you want.." she sighed again and her eyes drifted halfway closed, but she still watched his fingers dance across the keys. "I’m sorry," she murmured, "You must have been sad while.. while I was gone. "I’m sorry…"
Meme: "Is it... is it too much to ask that you... join me? There's rope in that closet over there, if you feel too threatened. Maybe you could tie me up so I won't hurt you if you don't trust me to behave. I'd be okay with that as long as I can close my eyes and feel someone's presence beside me on the bed. I know you're sitting right next to me now, it just still feels... lonely."
"Sure, I guess…" She carefully crossed to the bed and sat next to him. "Go to sleep, I’m here. And… I know the feeling."
"I can do that." he smiled softly before leaning forward to press a kiss against her lips. "If you feel lonely, attack me with a pillow." he suggested before getting out of bed and heading to the piano. This time, he was going for a much less depressing song than the ones he usually played. His fingers danced across the piano, playing Debussy's Clair de Lune softly.
Megan smiled softly as she curled up around his pillow and watched him play. “You should make a CD of you playing, then I can listen to it in the Doctor’s TARDIS and it’ll be like you’re there playing..” She sighed and held his pillow closer to her chest. “Did you ever learn how to play Stairway to Heaven?”
Meme: Storm sighed softly, the stench of Megan's blood on his shirt tickling his nostrils. He pulled it off, rubbing off the blood on his hands and arms as best as he could with it before tossing it away and sheltering his slender, pale body underneath the covers. "This is the first time you've seen the Doctor turn into the Oncoming Storm, I assume. I'm sorry you had to see the monster he could become."
"Don’t worry about it," she said softly. "Just rest. Honestly, I’ve seen it all, even if it’s just glimpses. The Doctor’s whole timeline, even some of the uncertain ones. So… It’s not as surprising as you think." She ran a hand through her hair. "Just go to sleep.."
Storm noticed how unrelaxed she was. "Maybe some tea will help. Or I've found that exercise is a healthy way to leave me tired enough to fall asleep. Plus, it's a good way to get rid of a lot of a lot of anger and frustration. Then there's the other thing that we can't do..." he laughed softly, stroking her hair, trying to help her relax. "So tea maybe?"
"Or…" She bit her lip, debating whether or not to ask him. "Could you play? That always helped me fall asleep before… before."