The little shadow that runs through the grass

thecumbermaster:

He levels his gaze at Lilly. “Darling,” he chides softly, “if Erik doesn’t get to slaughter Flora for being a useless human girl  not that she is, but you get my meaning - then you aren’t allowed to antagonize him just because you could remove him from existence in the blink of an eye. Everyone here was hand-picked, and everyone here is someone that I trust implicitly to help with the thing that my entire life has been leading up to.

“I would so love it if you could manage to not fight until we’re done.”

He navigates over to Flora, and stands on the edge of her personal space - as big a comfort as he could offer in his distraction.

“I’ll tell you all on the way. First things first, hold onto something.” He grabs onto the nearest rail, and leans over to send a command. The ship rocks gently, once, twice - and then stops.

“So, anyway -“

And then he’s on the floor, and the ship is trembling, breaking. The universe as a whole seems to howl, to twist and distort as the ship settles down to a steady shake. The Master steadies himself, and tries again.

“So, anyway, Erik. You are going to hold the fleets still until the big red planet in the middle of the sky vanishes. It’s quite a subtle signal, but I’m sure you’ll notice.”

(It’s beginning.

Downstairs, Messy is doing her level best to hold a miniature universe together and not to scream. That’s… taking up all her energy right now, really.

If you can imagine being remolded—bone and muscle and skin—like a child playing with plasticine, while still awake… well.)

(Source: thecumbermaestro, via thecumbermaestro)