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To Call and to Swear

A short scene that didn't quite fit into the chapters of Epitaph of Anguish in the time it takes place in between "Unremembered a Night, Forever Known a Union" and "Set Upon" in which the Doctor makes a forever unbroken promise

AN: Two uploads in one day? Unheard of!

Warnings: Hurt/comfort, Gender Dysphoria, Unintentional misgendering

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"Please, Doctor. I am fine. I am just fine. I bidst thee, leaveth me art." The Anguished Lord begged, face burying back into folded arms. "The thing wrong withal me tis nought thou might fix."

"Then what is wrong, mine liege? please, it tears me apart to seeth thee such a way!" the Doctor begged, hand settling upon the Noble's forearm.

The Black Lord sighed, deciding that an explanation was owed considering the Noble had pushed him off and away from them in the middle of sex. "I doeth not know how to explain this, other than that when thou called me as thou did, it hurt me some where within..." the Noble's head shook. It was nonsensical. The Wandsman would never be cruel intentionally, hence The fourth of four should simply let things go. "Sometimes... I doth not feeleth like a man. I should. I wanted nought more than to beeth known a man. I hated all I couldst beest known as before. And yet... Though I doth find peace much of the time, I still do find myself longing, in fleeting moments, to beest called some thing else. Or to beest known as I wast. Thither must beest something wrong withal me..."

"Nay! ne'r! how dare thou e'en suggeseth otherwise, mine lord! I love thee not for what thou art or art not, but for thyself, and thy love to me, in turn. An beest thou so will I callest thou some thing else, then so art, and such is such."

"But tis not true all of the time. It doth change so frequently, what I am or am not. E'en if it beest true thither was nought wrong, then surely tis unreasonable of me to expect thou knowest. Thither is nay man that can read a mind."

"Perhaps tis true. Perhaps tis, but telleth me, mine lord, wilt thou art open and trusting of me so as to inform me of what questions I may ask when and an if I doeth?"

"Always. I wish to keep nothing from thee."

"Then so will I inquire each and every day, mine lord. In the name of thine happiness I will ask and ask again, for may mine love remain unfettered by such wretchedness as not knowing whom thou art."

The Black lord's eyes stung with tears. "Thou touch mine heart, doctor... I know not what I might doeth without thou."

"Continue on, I doth hope. As thither is nought in the world I want more than to seeth thou liveth happily and forever."

"I could ne'r live happily without thou, mine love."

The Doctor's thumb wiped tears away from his Lord's porcelain cheeks "Nor I thee. Now... I doth believeth I made thou a promise. What would thou liketh me to call thee tonight, mine dear?"