Rec: A Vicar's Life by Psi Fi
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calufraxStory: A Vicar's Life
Author: Psi Fi
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 2218
Author's Summary: The Master settles into his disguise as the vicar of the village of Devil's End.
Characters/Pairings: The Master (Delgado)
Warnings: None
Recced because: It's the Master trying to be a nice, normal village vicar. It's amusing how he thinks of his parishoners and their demands on his time, and also how they respond to him. It's something I can definitely see happening.
Excerpt:
"Well, we were wondering if there is a Mrs. Magister."
"No, I'm not married," the Master admitted, warily, wondering how that was relevant.
"Oh, I see," Mrs. Dawson responded, her smile strange and oddly satisfied. "Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Magister. We do look forward to seeing you. Have a wonderful day!"
"Good day, Mrs. Dawson," the Master dismissed, standing as she left the room.
When the door shut, the Master sat back down, breathing an exasperated sigh. Humans! He failed to understand how they could focus on such unimportant, trivial nonsense. Was he married? What did it matter? Really, the human focus on breeding was horrifying!
If you like this story don't forget to tell the author!
Author: Psi Fi
Rating: All Ages
Word Count: 2218
Author's Summary: The Master settles into his disguise as the vicar of the village of Devil's End.
Characters/Pairings: The Master (Delgado)
Warnings: None
Recced because: It's the Master trying to be a nice, normal village vicar. It's amusing how he thinks of his parishoners and their demands on his time, and also how they respond to him. It's something I can definitely see happening.
Excerpt:
"Well, we were wondering if there is a Mrs. Magister."
"No, I'm not married," the Master admitted, warily, wondering how that was relevant.
"Oh, I see," Mrs. Dawson responded, her smile strange and oddly satisfied. "Well, thank you for your time, Mr. Magister. We do look forward to seeing you. Have a wonderful day!"
"Good day, Mrs. Dawson," the Master dismissed, standing as she left the room.
When the door shut, the Master sat back down, breathing an exasperated sigh. Humans! He failed to understand how they could focus on such unimportant, trivial nonsense. Was he married? What did it matter? Really, the human focus on breeding was horrifying!
If you like this story don't forget to tell the author!
