*flinches away from his touch*
Theta, do not make me get on the floor. -Tries to gently rub his back.-
Then go ‘way… *hoarse whisper*
-Gives off a disgruntled sigh and sits on the dirty floor. He really should have cleaned these sooner. He pulls the Doctor into his arms.- Tell your Master what the hell is wrong with you.
*squirms, pushing him away and getting to his feet* ‘M not talking about it.
I’m on the floor for you, now you’ll tell me what’s wrong, Theta. -he says as he looks up at him.-
*flinches away from his touch*
Theta, do not make me get on the floor. -Tries to gently rub his back.-
Then go ‘way… *hoarse whisper*
-Gives off a disgruntled sigh and sits on the dirty floor. He really should have cleaned these sooner. He pulls the Doctor into his arms.- Tell your Master what the hell is wrong with you.
themasterinthetardis replied to your post:Doctor? -He frowns seeing a huddled shape. He walks towards it and kneels beside it.- …. Theta?
-Touches his back gently.- Theta?
*flinches away from his touch*
Theta, do not make me get on the floor. -Tries to gently rub his back.-
Words of mockery were met with laughter, the sound dry and removed of the cheerfulness and exuberance he radiated only seconds before. It was a painful sound, one that knew torment better than the Master knew. “Don’t condescend to tell me that I do not know what love is, I am lead about by my very aching limbs by that damned emotion, and more often than not it does not yield to me to a favorable standing.” He backed away from the Master then to pace, Henriette’s eyes haunting him as they always seem to, mentions of his ignorance conjuring forth painful memories.
“I may be equally flawed as my fellow man just as you seem to assume, but do not think for one second that because I am no time lord that I do not know what love is.” He snarled, fighting the urge to bite the end of his thumb to calm frayed nerves. Love had brought him to the Doctor, and love would keep him there, under chocolate hues which could soothe any ache his heart had ever endured. If the Master questioned that, he would be putting a graver insult to the Italian than threatening to burn Venice to the ground.
“Oh, have I offended you? Let me rephrase. You understand more about love than the average human does. Real love does not need animalistic habits to survive or develop. It’s quite to opposite. Although, to humans, it’s one of the highlights, so I suppose as far as your species goes, you know what you’re talking about.”
His face melted into his usual smirk. There was nothing this human could do that would even change his opinion on the matter. His opinion was knowledge. A life a duty, two hundred years of schooling, and a man he chased across the universes. His true insight to love was clearly the more dominant side to the argument.
I cannot help that which I am passionate about, Master. -His retort comes in kind, voice quieted though no fire left from it’s sound, expressive optics reflecting the same loyalty to his home as the tone.- I strive to remain myself, to be uncorrupted by those around me, to allow my heart the freedom it longs for to usher me about life like the hopeless romantic it cannot help but be. I am different because I simply am, Master, and if that much is difficult for you to grasp then you do not understand human kind as well as you claim to.
-With a grin prying tiers apart, Casanova bent in close enough to his conversational partner that the very tips of their noses nearly brushed one another.- I never make love as a distraction, I make love because I feel love, and it expresses the emotion better than any series of poetic words could ever hope to. You may fancy yourself above such things, but given the chance, I know you would make love to the Doctor.
If you look at your species over time, as a species itself, you are not distinct. You all follow patterns that you do not even recognize yet. Some of you happen to be better at things than others, but that is only due to genetics. -He does not move back from this human, despite the fact that he almost touched him.-
You do not know the definition of the word. Love is not something you can have in a bed. Love is something so much more than your definition could even scrape. I will admit to loving the Doctor, but I would never make love to or with him. It is not necessary for beings such as ourselves. We tried when we were children, but we are the last of our kind now. Elders. Such behavior would not be tolerated by people my age on my planet.
How would I know if you were out of Nutella? -Playing innocent still, just to annoy him.-
How are you, Doctor?
I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about. -he says, nonchalantly.-
“I will be, but not after everything I’ve gone through with them…. you see, I’m not the Master you’ll meet. I am, but not this age. You go travelling with humans, a Freak, and then you find me, and it goes on from there.
You’d already taken away everything, I should have expected you’d take my home as well.” He looks down at the difference between the Wasteland and the wood and grating of the TARDIS.
“You’ll deal with that later on. A lot later on…. then you’ll never see me again. It’s not my job to take care of that for you just yet.”
-The Master is surprised to hear this, but reacts by smiling warmly and sighing while petting her.-
Weren’t you listening? I am advanced enough to know how to contain small amounts of radiation, such as yourself. -He smiles at her.-
The Master steps back. “Why the bloody hell would you provoke me? Like that’s going to make me want to stay? What in Rassilon’s name is wrong with you?! You’ve already taken everything I have to give, I’m not giving you anymore of my lives!”
“My talking seemed to be disturbing you so I thought I’d be silent for a change.” he said, before sitting down at the table, next to the Master. He was feeling so many feelings that he had no idea how he really felt like anymore. Happy? Yeah, of course he was happy, he finally found what he’d been searching for so long. Sad? That too, mostly cause he didn’t had a clue of what would happened next. Shocked and surprised, enthusiast, a bit too ecstatic, he had a empty place in his stomach that felt impossible to fill.
He looked at the Master and smiled. “I am sorry about the way I acted… I just… I’ve been waiting for this moment so much and now that it is here, I can not control all this emotions that I’m feeling.” he said, before letting his head back down. He took a sip of his tea and giggled. “God, I probably look and sound like an idiot…” he said. Laughing at himself somehow made him feel better.
“You do a bit.” he tells him, taking a sip of his tea as well. He’s not sure how to react to this at all. Does he just stay here, or should he bring him back to his own universe to avoid a run in with his actual Master? No, he can’t. It would only end in another him trying to break down the universes to get their Doctor.
“So…. what do you do then? Travel around, “save” things, adopt people?” This seemed to be the Doctor in a nutshell, but he was hoping that maybe he’d start talking again. Sure, his blabbering was annoying, but at least it was pleasant blabbering. Maybe he could keep this Doctor for a while. Just stay here and see what would happen. For the first time in a very long time, he laid his plans aside and decided to let things simply happen.
“As soon as I step back in, you’ll act like you own me. Like I’m your pet. I don’t think so, Doctor.” he scoffs.
The Master rolls his eyes. “You were just threatening me in there and now you’re going to have a cry? Really, Doctor, there are much better things you could be doing.”
