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and the master always hoped that he did not belong to this. because his doctor always loves, right? always forgives, no matter what he does, right? only all this hope is broken with the same zeal
The Master about the Doctor when they're not around: *heart eyes, but with panic in his voice as he thinks about the Doctor possibly dying* A cosmos without the Doctor scarcely bears thinking about...
The Master to the Doctor's face: *points a weapon at them* Killing you once was never enough for me, Doctor. How, how gratifying to do it three times over.....
And it's in the same fucking story.
Me: reading all these doctor/master fics involving them texting before skyfall are full of angst and betrayal and the worst wistfulness
Also me: theres not enough I'm gonna write another one.
(Allies or Enemies by the Crane Wives)
The words I speak are wildfire and weeds, and they spread, like some awful damn disease, and I swear, I didn't mean what I said, I swear I didn't mean it.
Remember when I could tell you not smile when you were mad, and you'd always crack, and we'd both be laughing in the end...now you're not so quick to forget.
Are we allies or enemies? This will be the death of me, this will be the death of me. All is fair on love and war, but I can't fight with you anymore, this will be the death of me.
What happens now? Do we bow out, and take our separate roads? I'll admit that I've had my doubts, but I want to be let in, not out, I want to be let in, not out...are we allies or enemies, this will be the death of me, this will be the death of me.