-The only response is a small sigh, and it might be excess breath from hugging him when he wasn’t actually expecting it.-
The Doctor sighed and stopped, moving towards him and taking his hand, and even that felt odd as he pulled him up right beside him, and moved towards the kitchen, only letting go as he moved towards the mugs, pulling out the tea and fixing it for himself, but left another on the counter, just in case.
He was pulled along like a child and thought nothing of it. While he normally would have wiped the hand on something to get it clean, he now did nothing of the sort. The Master glanced at the mug before continuing to watch the Doctor. It never occurred to him that it might be rather off-putting, as if he was just a security camera.
Either an ascetic personality is evident or you feel that you are steeling yourself for the difficulties ahead in life by withdrawing from the pleasures of the world. There is a feeling that hard work and dedication are what’s needed to solve your problems, and this can become a mania if satisfaction is not found in a reasonable time frame.
Pressure and stress have left you feeling that the best course of action is immediate freeing escape. You are frustrated and have begun to weaken from the effort of facing your day to day problems. Sometimes the problems of the day can seem to come from deliberate antipathy of those around you, although this is often imagined.
… that test actually terrified me. I was actually scared.
You feel both a sense that your problems are causing you stress and that these problems may be insurmountable, or at least that you are probably not likely to be able to solve them through shear force of will. You have the ability to emotionally and physically connect with others, which is often a release for your feelings of helplessness.
You desire escape from an unsatisfactory relationship or job situation. In all likelihood, you feel underappreciated and you hope for a change or for a way to improve cooperation. With your hopes for compatibility being frustrated, this relationship is beginning to seem like a burden and leaving you irritable and impatient.
…I think it’s time for me to go to bed.
You are manipulative and demanding, and you expect quite a lot out of a relationship, whether it be friendly or romantic. Furthermore, whether conscious or not, you have a tendency to mediate your attitude toward others in an attempt to get the better of those around you. You are very intelligent, but also suspicious.
An unsatisfying relationship is troubling you, due in all likelihood to a perceived lack of appreciation, or acknowledgement from superiors or loved ones. Questioning this judgement has lead to a modicum of introversion. You feel that you need assistance from others to repair the situation but are afraid that too much compromise will be seen as weakness. If this situation continues, you may feel the need to break away and redefine your own individuality.
If you are feeling anxious, it is probably not related to unfulfilled sexual needs or from an inability to connect with others. However by the same token you are extreemly emotional and quite sensitive to even the minor problems that you encounter. Difficulties in relationships tend to arise from a perceived lack of emotional harmony, which you can take as a personal insult.
You are feeling the stress that results from a sense of being constrained by life. Anger is present, in direct proportion to the degree to which you feel that you are powerless to change the conditions of your problem. You want to find freedom through escape and are actively seeking a path to independence, perhaps in dangerous ways.
He frowned and sighed, staring at the man upon the ground with sad eyes. “…come with me” he said, moving out of the console room, but moving to wait for him to catch up.
The Master obeyed and stood to follow him through the TARDIS. He never made a move to pass him or lead, and kept at least a two people distance between them at all times.
He looked over just once at the Master as they flew, his hearts tearing in two. He… He was nothing more than a rag doll, being tossed about like that.
It was like his Master wasn’t even there. He pulled up into orbit, sighing out and rubbing his hands through his hair and over his face. “I’m getting tea. You want any” he said flatly, a little annoyed at this new Master that had followed him onto the TARDIS.
His tone told him that the Doctor wasn’t pleased at him. There would be no help coming from him. He’d be trapped like this for as long as it mattered. Maybe the Doctor would just finish him off and not bother to bring him back! He would finally lay in the Darkness until his Lady needed him. That thought alone made the smile on his face a true one. He sat up and said “no thank you” in a rather cheery tone.
“You’re happy. You were happy in that house until I showed up” he retorted, and moved to the console. He was confused, and more than a little scared at this change, and he wasn’t pleased. His brow knitted up and he sighed, working upon the console. Until he hesitated at the throttle, then pushed it in as if it hadn’t been a problem, silently praying the Master would yell at him to take him back.
Yet he didn’t yell. In fact he made no comment and his expression was unwavering. When they took off he made a half-hearted attempt to grab onto something, but mostly allowed the TARDIS to move him as it pleased.
“…what, is this some sort of silent treatment?” he laughed nervously, tossing his coat over the coral. He left the door open. He didn’t like the feeling of this, and when the Master didn’t respond for a second time, he frowned. “Please tell me what’s going on?”
Every question deserved an answer, so the Master replied with “I’m happy.” It wasn’t the most accurate thing in the universe, but he could make himself believe whatever he wanted now. He was a shell.
-Tears lined his eyes before he could stop them, and he let his head tilt down as if he was looking at the floor. He closed his eyes to attempt to block them from falling as a pain rose in his chest. This was something he hadn’t felt in a while, yet it was still more common than a more positive emotion.-
Even as he found his way to a parked TARDIS, he couldn’t help but shiver at the uneasy feeling that seemed to emanate from the Master’s presence. There was something off, something he didn’t like. But he ignored it for now, stepping into the TARDIS.
But he followed him.
“…I thought you were staying— You’re coming with me? After all that…giving you space stuff…?”
There was no comment from the Master, and he simply stood in the console room, waiting for his next command. That permanently content expression was directed directly at him, his cold eyes indirectly boring straight through his being.
-Request accessed. Denied. Bypass answer: ~shake head to symbolize no.~-
He’spleased. -With that he moved back into his shell, letting that painted-on expression return as if he was a painted doll that was still pleased to see someone after being stuck in an attic for decades on end.-
In his concentration of finding his way outside, the Doctor hadn’t noticed the Master behind him, but once he’d sensed his presence, he turned towards him. “Beautiful home you two had…” he said quietly. “Um…I’m. I shouldn’t intrude, I can get back to my TARDIS if you don’t want me to stay. You should call me sometime, just…when it’s good to come over. Don’t want to…Yeah.”
There was nothing to say to that.
There was nothing left to say, or explain, or ask.
Everything had already been in motion and had already been decided upon. As the Doctor entered his TARDIS, so did the Master. He wanted to change his socks, but there was no reason to. He’d need permission to do so anyway.
TimeLords…. allofthem. -He had no remark for being grabbed. It would have warranted at least a frown before, as he was used to hugs from the boy, not this.-
-Explaining what he wanted would have taken too long at this point, as there wasn’t much left to believe in. He’d wanted the universe so that he could put it in order and he was beaten back each time. Every time he gained, he lost even more. In fact he’d lost so much that the only thing left to lose were the drums and his consciousness. Everything else was gone or no longer had a meaning in his life.-
Itdoesn’tmatterI’mbetterthisway. Hewantsmethisway. Theyalldo. -This was the most he’d said in a long while, and he instantly regretted it and tried to shift back into what he’d become.-
-His expression wavers this time, noting Allen’s tone. A bit of who he used to be broke through with as he cast his eyes away from him.-
It’sbetterthisway. -he mumbles-
-He scratches the side of his head, all of the marks on his arms visible. No point in hiding them if there was no need to care about them anymore. The Time Lords had won, with the Doctor dealing the final blow. Nothing hurt anymore, and maybe he should be happy with that.-
-The Master does nothing more than sigh out and keep looking at him. Who he used to be is fighting to get out, but it being squelched by the need to find a way to survive after everything that had happened. This was the answer, wasn’t it?-