#masterfultm

Well, that much was true. Perspective carried quiet a lot of weight in the Doctor's life. The ideas of right and wrong, good and bad. They were things he spent quite a lot of time thinking about, and things he had no clear answer to. Dylan's opinion on the situation was clear, as was his own. Their opinions, he didn't think, would ever change, either. They could stand here, talking in circles until the end of time, and nothing would ever change. He was the Doctor, and he'd spent too much time with the Master.

He supposed he was right about that. He didn't leave. He never left. He always stayed to help, long past the moment that he should leave. That wouldn't change, either. He will always stay, even when the Master wouldn't. "I always will," he said, almost like it was a challenge. It was, in a way. No matter what the two of them did, he would always stay, and he would help.

At least his watching would be expected. It shouldn't be anything but expected, but he was still glad that it was. Perhaps it would make the man behave better, or at least it would give him an idea of what was happening if and when he decided to act out.

｡･:*:･ﾟ🐬 SHE DOESN'T BREAK EYE CONTACT .. and she feels proud of that. a couple of years ago , she wouldn't have spoken up at all. she swallows the lump that has formed in her throat. she shouldn't judge. her own paranoia got worse whenever she was with the master and dylan. ❝ it's true. ❞ she replied. ❝ we've been floating for days now. ❞

“Well, had to make myself presentable.” Maybe it was maybe a bit too much of an over-step considering he didn’t really know where he was going to end up. Well, there was that and being chased by some not too happy Sontarans. It was the usual when he was left to his own devices, truly.  

“I also,” he says, hands slipping behind his back, not even caring about the fact of how close the other was, “happen to have an invitation.” He decided to ignore the part about the year. Not because he couldn’t answer it - no, Dylan just wasn’t going to for the moment.

The human looks… familiar. Something he chooses not to dwell on. It's not like he ever remembers anything positive from his past lives, anyway, nothing that ever makes his current regeneration any easier. He's cute, though, he'll give him that. Maybe it's just the confident way he asserts that he's meant to be there, that he was invited, that he's not at all concerned with being called out like this.

@masterfultm​ asked;

I'd rather drink piss. - Dylan

“Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?” - Missy  || @masterfultm  

BLACK  POLISHED  FINGERS  TRAILED  AROUND  HIS  HAND  ,  GRIPPING  IT  TIGHTLY  .  bringing  his  hand  up  towards  painted  red  lips  ,  missy  was  quiet  .  a  painful  tear  broken  across  her  eye  ​as  she  tried  holding  him  close  .  the  Doctor  was  quiet  .  fingers  curled  inwards  &&  a  tired  expression  across  his  features  .  betraying  her  to  stick  her  in  this  prison  was  ...  perhaps  the  worst  thing  he  had  ever  done  .  &&  added  on  the  pile  ,  the  Doctor  was  very  ANGRY  with  himself  that  it  had  come  to  this  .  that  he  could  not  have  saved  her  sooner  .  could  have  solved  things  sooner  .  instead  she  was  confined  to  this  cell  ,

he  sat  with  her  .  he  would  sit  with  her  till  the  end  of  TIME  itself  .  just  so  maybe  she  had  the  company  .  she  would  rebel  .  she  would  scream  .  she  would  hit  &&  ...  then  she  would  cry  .  &&  that’s  where  they  were  on  now  .  the  CRYING  .  before  she  returned  to  rebel  once  more  .