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Oh he knew it was dangerous to travel with the Doctor, he knew. The Master was accustomed to danger, accustomed to hurt, often being the one to cause it. It was why he hadn’t expected to be the one to be kidnapped in order to hurt the Doctor. It had never occurred to him that someone would be so bold as to kidnap him in order to inflict pain onto the other. He learned the hard way just how bold this someone was. 

Keeping the Master wasn’t enough, to truly hurt the both of them he was subjugated to means that would make the Time Lords proud. And the Master, who usually could withstand a great deal of torture and pain, found himself breaking before the week was over. It seemed his kidnappers had extensive knowledge on them, on Time Lord physiology and how to put that knowledge to good use. He’d be impressed if he wasn’t currently about to go catatonic. The only thing keeping him from doing so was knowing the Doctor was coming. That was a certainty, the Doctor was coming for him. He had to be. The Doctor was going to wreck havoc and go through every single one of them to get to his Master, and that was the only thing keeping him from escaping into the depths of his own mind and shutting off. 

They’ve been this way for a day and a half.  The Doctor’s bristly, unruly chestnut head on the Master’s lap; the Master gazing down at his oldest friend with such abundant and familiar affection, an absent and dreamy smile, combing fingers through his scalp in continual rhythms.  The touch for which they are both perpetually starved, satisfied in telepathic slivers, comments, observations, counter-claims, gentle jibes and jests, a deep and sometimes post-lingual conversation.   Never could such adoration as Koschei’s face openly displays be feigned.   It’s hour thirty-eight when his stomach finally growls.         “Fancy an omelette?” he murmurs companionably to the         other half of his soul.  “Bet I could do a better one this time.” 

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         “Seven,” the Master corrects the Doctor without missing a beat,         while opening his hands with almost juvenile expectancy.  “Never          been, though… . !” Conspiratorial excitement quivers between them as the baublefalls into his palm.  He passes it from palm to palm, delicatelyas if it were an eggshell, then brings it to his nose, deeply inhaling. Blond eyelashes flutter shut, kissing round cheeks.          “This is the last fruit of Racudius Seven,” he breathes, and lifts         his eyes to the Doctor’s. Dark intensity on dark intensity.  “We          used to do that. With Gallifrey’s twin suns. You know it.  ‘Cute,’         sure. Innocent.  Is that why you showed me this?  To remind         me there’s something complex and beautiful even in innocence,         even after it’s gone?”He leans up, and beckons his fellow Time Lord’s facedown to his own, and he kisses his eyelids.          “I wish I had your sight.  Everything is beautiful to you.”Thank you for showing me what you see.         “We should share this. You and me.  The sun to the left,         Koschei, and the sun to the right, Theta.” 

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       “ … . ?” The consternation is at first comical. 

       “WELL, d e a r,”  the Master then begins in thunderous wrath,        using a Shakespearean’s stage voice for what is essentially a        mundane spousal squabble.  

“Oh, it’s fine.”

He turned around, facing him with a slight smile, hands shoved into his pockets.

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My Opinion on;

Character in general: 10 is probably my favorite Doctor. A darker 10 who isn’t afraid to explore things in his psyche that the original 10 is too afraid to do? sign me THE FUCK UP! Even if he’s never outright grey or ambiguous, you feel that there’s something more underneath, feel that trauma. I am lapping it up like a hungry dog. How they play them: asdfghjkl I don’t have words for how much I love how they play this 10! Everything he says, everything he does, it’s just so spot on, even the things that would be unthinkable for 10 so say or do onscreen just feels like him.The Mun: Probably my new best friend. I’m claiming them now, they’re mine. All their muses, all their writing, it’s my reason to live. 

Do I:

RP with them: Always and forever.Want to RP with them:  Till the end of time. 

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Need I say more? I am so in love with this 10, with the mun, with everything they write together. Getting a reply is the highlight of my day! Can’t wait to explore more ic and talk more ooc!!

@decimaquodmedicus

Cthylla was sitting in R’yleh plotting on how to deal with the humans that were trying to capture other beings. The planets weren't right yet but the humans were trying to awaken the being that was her father who she’d spent so long trying to keep at bay.  She was lost in her train of thought, she could almost feel the burning her skin was burning. She could almost look and see parts of her true form showing the green and black “goo” coming from her skin as she heard missiles pounding at the reef, the marshes those bastards messed with someone they shouldn’t have and now they were attacking the reef.