The straps pulled around his chest. Amy stared at him, eyes empty like a Nestene duplicate, then melted like so much wax. Nothing else changed about the room in the next few minutes. Machinery beeped. The Jaffa were gone, replaced by pillars in their likeness. The world settled back as it should. Even time almost felt right.
Until one of the statues moved. It was the same one that moved before, eyes flaring, life breathed back into dying coals. The Crocodile God stepped back into the Doctor's world. Each step was purposeful, powerful yet light on his feet, as he crossed the room to the Doctor's left.
He sank his claws into the Doctor's sides. No preamble, no words, Sobek sank them in, gold plated armor burying into flesh, talons closing in on themselves, and ripped back outwards, with the precision and care of a butcher. A simple whim to feed a brief urge, to shake off the frustration from the drug wearing off. The ornate helm gave no sign to any other emotion underneath and yet the God's body language made it clear that he and Daniel had both got a trickle of pleasure from indulging himself.
At the same time, the hand device came up, over the Doctor's head. The drug had failed, but it was that, a drug. The Will of the Gods however...
The gem set in his palm glowed as he reached towards the Doctor's minds. He would tell him what he desired, starting with his people. Their technology. Why time and reality felt wrong around them, what abominations were they.
Re: TIME SKIP
Until one of the statues moved. It was the same one that moved before, eyes flaring, life breathed back into dying coals. The Crocodile God stepped back into the Doctor's world. Each step was purposeful, powerful yet light on his feet, as he crossed the room to the Doctor's left.
He sank his claws into the Doctor's sides. No preamble, no words, Sobek sank them in, gold plated armor burying into flesh, talons closing in on themselves, and ripped back outwards, with the precision and care of a butcher. A simple whim to feed a brief urge, to shake off the frustration from the drug wearing off. The ornate helm gave no sign to any other emotion underneath and yet the God's body language made it clear that he and Daniel had both got a trickle of pleasure from indulging himself.
At the same time, the hand device came up, over the Doctor's head. The drug had failed, but it was that, a drug. The Will of the Gods however...
The gem set in his palm glowed as he reached towards the Doctor's minds. He would tell him what he desired, starting with his people. Their technology. Why time and reality felt wrong around them, what abominations were they.