Traumend 26

[dritte_tochter]

[accidental second level for the win]

Hnn...I should add a little more salt and pepper, desu, then stir everything together~ [is using her reading skills the Master has taught her so far, but since she still doesn't know some of the words, this might taste interesting] And then some strawberries and some milk and some, umm...well, that one doesn't matter, desu~ And stir it together again...and put it in the oven~ And then I can go paint that stupid ugly human's jacket and then give these to the Master, desu!

[dreamily] The Master will definitely like these, desu, and he'll see what a wonderful cook I am and how much better I am than the Doctor, desu~ Not that I don't like the Doctor, but the Master spends too much time with him when he's supposed to be my medium, and that sort of bothers me a little, desu.

[aaaand something's burning] What's that smell...? AH! FIRE! THERE'S A FIRE IN THE OVEN, DESU! [turns off the heat to the stove but can't actually get the food from it and stares in horror] The Master's scones...!

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[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

Ah, um, I...! [frowns, staring at the flour all over the counter, then nods, shoulders slumping] I-if the Master wants to help, then, I guess, um...I guess he can help, desu...

[masteronhigh.livejournal.com]

[takes her hand with his (particularily, the hand on which he wears her ring)] Suiseiseki. Look at me.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[does so warily] Y-yes?

[masteronhigh.livejournal.com]

I want to help you. I know you do not wish to accept the aid of others, Suiseiseki - as it should be - but I am your medium. We help each other. When you're uncertain, ask me. Isn't that better than making a mistake, and again ruining the scones?

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

B-but...! [natural reflex, she swears! it doesn't help she's confused, cause, well...when did he start using her name? momentous occasion, that, considering she's the master of nicknames, herself (derogatory ones, mind)] W-well...you are my medium, desu, and that means you're supposed to help me...N-not that I think the Master should be a servant like how Shinku treats the little human, desu! But, umm... [looks down, then at the scones, which are still smoking] I guess, umm...I could use your help, desu...

[pulls her hand from his and begins fussing with the ingredients, because wow, so embarrassed] Ah, Master...?

[masteronhigh.livejournal.com]

Yes?

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[blushing a little and still sifting out the flour, pouring some sugar into the bowl with the rest of the ingredients] Umm...why don't you call me 'Miss' anymore, desu?

[masteronhigh.livejournal.com]

'Miss' is an honorific, and honorifics put a certain distance between people. I use them to be cordial, but find them unnecessary with those to whom I am close. Would you like me to return to referring to you that way?

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

Ah...! N-no, that's okay, desu! I was just wondering, is all, since you always said it before, desu... [smiles] B-besides! It's only right that my medium should be close to me, desu. So I approve~

[masteronhigh.livejournal.com]

[smiles] Good~! Now, I believe we were cooking, Suiseiseki.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

...o-of course, desu! Um... [checks the book again, preparing to move on from a word she doesn't know (shortening), but decides against it] Um...Master? What is that word? Oh! And, um...I have extra strawberries, desu! So if you want, you can eat those while we cook, too~ [does so herself, cause she's like that~] Did you cook a lot back home? And I'm doing much better than the Doctor, aren't I, desu?

[masteronhigh.livejournal.com]

[smiles approvingly] That's 'shortening.' Oo, strawberries~! Don't mind if I do~ [pops one into his mouth] I did cook sometimes - I, unlike some Time Lords, am self-sufficient in that respect. And you haven't blown anything up yet, so you are indeed doing better than the Doctor.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

Thank you~ [grabs the appropriate ingredient, going down the list until she hits the final ingredient, vanilla extract, which she points to, as well. and steals another strawberry] The Master should cook me something, desu! Something from your home, okay? And I guess we could invite the Doctor, desu...but only to show him that I'm a better cook than he is~

[masteronhigh.livejournal.com]

Vanilla extract, hm? You know, when I first came to Earth - first time I really got to spend any amount of time there, that is - I was intoxicated by the smell of vanilla extract, but spat it out in a most undignified manner when I actually tasted it. [toys with a strawberry, dipping it into the bag of sugar BAD MASTER! before popping it into his mouth] Something from home? I'm afraid Gallifrey doesn't have the best selection of foods.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

It made you sick...? [hesitates to put it in, then!] You have to have something though, right, desu? You and the Doctor and everyone didn't live on nothing, desu~ I want to try something from your home~ [smirks] And since you're my medium, you have to listen, desu~

[masteronhigh.livejournal.com]

It didn't make me sick; the taste was just surprising. Not what I expected from the smell. [eats another strawberry] We ate pills and pizza, essentially. And tea. [gets a darker look on his face, though his still smile] Though it must be said, Suiseiseki, that I do not have to obey anyone. I don't call myself 'Master' because it sounds pretty. I choose to listen to you. [a much sweeter smile] And I think choosing to listen to another is a much greater sign of trust than anything forced, don't you?

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

I see, desu... [adds the ingredient then, mixing everything together, then spooning out the batter onto a cookie sheet, turning the oven up as high as it will go and then putting the mixture in it to cook] That's boring, though. Pills are only for when you're sick, desu!

[pauses at his slight change in expression, a nervous laugh at his words] Um...o-of course, desu...! I was just, um...I mean...Ahaha...I-I don't treat my mediums like Shinku does, so it isn't like I was being serious, desu! I was just, um... [looks away and starts cleaning] I trust you, desu. I-I wouldn't have asked otherwise, right? So...so you trust me too, right?

[masteronhigh.livejournal.com]

Gallifrey was a beautiful planet, but it wasn't very interesting when Th- I wasn't around to make it more entertaining. The food is reflective of the entire decaying society.

Of course I trust you. I wouldn't have become your medium if I didn't.

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[and she caught the stumble!] Master? Do you still love the Doctor? When you were younger, you both were around each other all the time, desu, and he said that was what it was. [blushes a little cause the Doctor told her she loved the Master and really, that's not possible! except it is.] Did you get in a fight? That happened to Souseiseki and me, once, desu. She...she had a very bad master and we...

[sad!Suiseiseki is sad, but shakes it off and checks the scones, which are done, yay. so she motions for him to pull them out] Your scones are ready, Master~ Would you like the first one, desu?

[1/3]

[masteronhigh.livejournal.com]

[and this is the Master, stunned into silence]

[2/3]

[masteronhigh.livejournal.com]

[having already decided he didn't want to do anything else to disturb her for the rest of the day, he schools the anger out of his face, with much effort. Peculiarly, this leaves traces of fear in his expression]

[3/4 (I am a liar)]

[masteronhigh.livejournal.com]

[runs a hand through his hair, and then starts buttoning and unbuttoning his jacket sleeve] 's complicated.

[masteronhigh.livejournal.com]

What happened with Miss Souseiseki? Your sister, correct?

Ooh, I'd love that, Suiseiseki~ [pulls them out and sets them aside] Hm, why don't we split the first one? [holds one end out to her]

[dritte-tochter.livejournal.com]

[isn't watching him for the majority of his inner turmoil and so misses the look of fear lucky Master] Complicated...? But you're always with him, desu... N-not that it bothers me, of course, it's just, um...

[aaand now she's flustered, so thankfully takes the proferred half of scone for something to do, though her expression is not the brightest]

And, um, Souseiseki, she...well, she had a very bad master, desu...and he, um...he wanted her to hurt someone, but I... [nibbles] We didn't have the same master, desu. W-we almost always did, but I didn't like this human at all, desu, but she...she did what he said anyway, desu. So...so we fought...

[masteronhigh.livejournal.com]

I'm not always with him. I'm not with him right now. I'm with you. [lucky indeed! let's talk about your angst, Suiseiseki, instead of my inability to face mine]

I'm sorry. [eats his half of the scone in a rather sombre manner] Is she all right...?