Impossible, [the Doctor hums, and this time places a kiss to the Master’s lips.]
-The Master kisses back, pressing against his lips a bit forcefully, and sucking in his lower lip.-
September 2012
*Oh well there’s something*
Eureka31 has accepted
[Bloody mess out in the verse today]
[Good to know that it’s not just me.]
[My life’s collapsing in on itself.]
[The foundations are holding, but I don’t know how long they’ll last.]
It’s that sort of night.
It’s that sort of night.
…
*experimentally branches out into the universe, opening up for communications*
….
-Opens the front of his mind for anything, immediately getting flooded by advertisements and offers.-
*frowns at the amount of traffic in the mind sphere, sighing out mentally and throwing a golden line out*
-Is mentally smacked with a golden line and takes it.-
Cicada4 is requesting a conversation.
It’s that sort of night.
It’s that sort of night.
…
*experimentally branches out into the universe, opening up for communications*
….
-Opens the front of his mind for anything, immediately getting flooded by advertisements and offers.-
Year 5, Month 1, Day 22
he puts down a large jug of reddish juice on the cart as well a a plate of more food, mot of which was different kinds of shellfish. “Enjoying yourself?” he asks. walking to the pile of blanket that was the Master, and uncovering her face. “Good that’s good I want you too.” he gave her a deep kiss then Sucking her bottom lip into his mouth.
She looked over at the reddish juice and doesn’t dare to frown at the shellfish even though it doesn’t look all that appetizing compared to some of the other options. Inquiring as to why Torvic was suddenly being so nice to her was constantly at the very front of her mind, yet she knew that it wasn’t something that could be asked. The Time Lord leaned into the kiss as she’d been trained to, giving back twice the enjoyment that she was told she was receiving.
[The Doctor leans over, pressing a sloppy kiss to the Master’s cheek.]
Telling you now, it won’t work.
Then I’ll just have to make a plan that will force it to work, now, won’t I?
You know you don’t have to lure me in anymore, right?
Obviously. I might have to start chasing you off soon, though.
-The Master gave him a smile that made his eyes squint, showing that he meant his words in jest.-
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#replied #that helps me be not so hungry #-slow clap- #because i needed that
You’re welcome.
“Ah, wrong me. The Stygian Nerd is whom I referred to. A relapse? Well, that’s unfortunate. Nothing you can’t fix, I hope. Glad jack is helping you, good on him. So, Gwen stabbed you, huh? Explains why i got kicked out of Torchwood and why you and her were arguing, followed by an argument with an 11th regeneration of The Doctor after.I peak at security feeds, or I used to. So, the people you hurt, whom may they be? I wish to know so I steer clear of them. I really don’t want to be mugged cause I look like you. Sadly, only we can understand us. I don’t know why…The Time Lords, Rassilon mostly but the other Council Members during the Time War had a hand as well, and of course The Doctor broke us very early on, and those pieces can never fit back correctly again.”
“We might have the same face, but my hair is grey, and I walk differently than you. Not to mention, I wear jumpers and jeans and trousers, and my black coat. All one has to do it lift up m shirt to see that I’m the one they’re looking for.” the Master explained, ignoring the other Master’s concern. “I went after your Gwen…. my Gwen…. and her Doctor. I couldn’t get to the others. I doubt if the Humans will come after you. I killed any bystanders, which is how I ended up killing four Humans. As for getting back into Torchwood, simply insist that you’re not like me. I told you how to fix the feeds by giving you the password.”
Yeah. I guess I am guilty of that, huh?
I’m sorry. I don’t… I don’t really have any excuses.
There’s no need for an excuse, Doctor.
It was merely a statement.
[Gently, he brushes the back of his hand over the Master’s shoulder.]
How so? I hardly think I ‘lured you in’.
I meant that you would chase me away after I’d lure you in, Doctor. Not the other way around.
Yeah? And what is that supposed to mean?
[His tone isn’t accusing, but curious.]
I would always lure you in, not chase you away. That was what you did to me. -he replies, his voice honest instead of accusatory.-
Year 5, Month 1, Day 22
A Large screen had became a part of the wall. the remote lay on the sofa. All he had to do was turn it on and basic earth cable from the early 2000’s would play.
The Harrier comes back 8 hours later.
The Freak was very much pleased with this, seeing as she had become incredibly fond of television. Within a few minutes she’d set it on a documentary, gotten something to snack on, and moved to her bed, finding it to be cloud-like, though there were too many pillows for her liking. Why would anyone need almost half a bed’s worth of pillows? For storing snacks, of course! In slid a box that most likely contained pastries of some sort, safe for when the cart was gone.
When the Harrier enters, she almost doesn’t acknowledge him, seeing as she’s much more interested in the badgers on the tele. She had wrapped herself inside a large, fluffy blanket, and her face was barely visible, seeing as it was only her eyes that were uncovered. “Greetings to you, Harrier.” she said, turning off the television as soon as she had said her greeting.
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“N’aw,” John shook his head. He wasn’t feeling a hundred percent at the moment and attempting to ingest anything seemed like and awful idea. He looked around for another moment before remember Jack chiding him to ‘play nice’ with a look that glared icy daggers at him. “Thanks though.” Jack had always been the only person who could ever reign John in, even just a bit.
“So are you and Jack…?” John waved his hand. He wasn’t even entirely sure what he was asking, but the reaction the man had, whatever it was, would probably answer the underlying question of who this man in front of him was and what his relation to Jack was.
“All right.” replied the Master, watching John just as closely he was watching him. He watched his hand as it moved around and he looked at him with a somewhat curious expression. “Are Jack and I what? We have a son, but it’s not right to tie him down. He’s too open and free and willing and ready. Making him stop would only cause conflicts, and I’m in no mood for anymore of those than I already have to deal with, thank you.”
The Time Lord finished off his tea and moved over to rinse out his cup, and dry it off so that he could put it back in the cupboard. “What about you? What’s your relationship with him?” asked the Master, already knowing a little bit about him. Still, he only knew Jack’s take on it, and while he trusted him more than anyone, the points that compared would be the ones that were true.
[The Doctor frowns, gently squeezing the Master’s shoulder.]
I don’t know what to tell you. All I can say is no matter what you decide to do, you’re not going to chase me away.
-The Master let out a long sigh and looked away from the Doctor.-
You’re too used to being drawn in to be chased away.
“Oi! You there! yes, you. Come here. What did you do this time, eh? What cockamamie scheme did you go and blunder about and burn all you set about and built, eh? Oh, we are a mess aren’t we? Alright, I’ve heard rumors and stories and…well, you probably have heard them all as well. What have we, I mean you, done this time and how many people are left who like us and how can we fix it? I mean you, how can you. No, I mean we! I’m new here, and what you do, as we are we and you are me, affects the other, namely me. Gwen threw me out of Torchwood, I’m living in your house with Styg, if that still is your house.” He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Point is, what did you do and how can it be fixed?”
“Do excuse me, but you know that we are rather prone to breakdowns. I’ve gotten treatment, but not before I beat a Doctor into a coma, and took several other people on walks. Gwen stabbed me when I threw her against a wall. Don’t look at me like that. I wasn’t in my right mind at the time. I just wanted someone to understand! Oh, and four Humans got in my way as well. That’s when Jack took me away.” explained the Master, frowning at his other self as he stated that he had invited himself into his home. This was not true. “Also, you’re not in my house, because I’m living in my house with Jack. Not to mention the fact that you wouldn’t be able to find it. If my old flat is still around, rent it out. Use the psychic paper if you have to. Might I ask who ‘Styg’ is?”
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…I have no idea what you just said, but I have a feeling it wasn’t very nice. [He pokes at the Master’s shoulder.] I’m still here, you know. Right by your side. Literally as well as metaphorically.
-Looks over at the Doctor as he’s poked.- I simply wanted everything to work out. I wanted a life and a family, but I can’t have that, can I? I get this, and eternity, and you. Anything that’s not from our line doesn’t even matter to you, does it? -He searches the Doctor’s face for an answer.- I feel like I’m losing myself again, and what I’m becoming isn’t anything that I, or anyone else wants. I don’t want to be that thing on the fourth floor that you warn your companions about. I want to be the Master, and I want…. perhaps that’s the issue. There’s nothing to want anymore.
