The Academy is relatively peaceful for the day, so Abbot has taken to stretching out on his bed, the window open, reading. The air is fresh, cool and his mind his clear and he loves it. He's wholly relaxed and placid, ready to try read until he can't keep his eyes open any longer. The only thing missing was some company, because reading was never ( Read more... )

When he first begins to wake, he feels very foggy, very confused. He's not even sure what time of day it is. All he knows is that his head aches a little bit and he doesn't want to move ( Read more... )

Koschei likes his sleep.  He really, really likes his sleep.

He has himself tangled awkwardly in the blankets, warmth surrounding him and face smushed into his pillow. However, this was not quite the pillow he was used to at all. He was used to hearing heartsbeats and breathing and having even more warmth to press against. However, when he shifts ( Read more... )

It was there, in the back of his mind. It never left, it never gave him a moment of peace or the brief salvation of silence. He thought that escaping Gallifrey might ease them, because they were the Time Lord's creation, after all. His mind was their vicious game of roulette.

Koschei was vengeful, and now the only company he had were the occasional ( Read more... )

His parents have only just now dropped him off at the Academy's buildings, on their turf. He already doesn't like the feeling of this place, but he decides against complaining on it, as it won't do him any good. He's waiting amongst other students, except he's sitting on the ground with his back against a wall ( Read more... )

If they so choose to turn him against me, then so be it.

They will burn.

Bloody Gallifrey, sweet, beautiful planet...

It's memories are vile and corrupt. It's sickening, disgusting.

Time Lords and their pathetic laws, rules.

Insanity.

Oh, they wanted the best but I want a war. They want their blood, want to see the glorious fall of those who gave them ( Read more... )

They've done it.

They've taken everything away from me.

And the pounding...

I can hear them talking ( Read more... )

He's gone and skipped his classes again today because does not care for complex equations or petty, sugar-coated histories he can see lies through. So he's gone right off and planted himself outside, lying on the ground, just staring up at the sky.

Koschei hasn't even changed out of the clothes he slept in the night before (which weren't terrible, ( Read more... )