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tenthdoctorsword Going Down With A Paradox

terrifiedofwood What the hell are you doing?

thea-on-her-own You Should Get The Latest Upgrade

theburntsouffle Untitled

thecybermanwhofelt Untitled

thedevilinasilvermask Untitled (not sure if you want to keep) 

thedragonshifter Untitled

theleafwasmymums Rescue

waywardoakdown: 

{Okay so I must say I don’t quite know what this is except that dear Koschei still has to come and explain his reasons for leaving after Execution and make the Doctor remember what happened with him after mars.  And I haven’t talked to you in ages so here, I miss you to all hell darling.  Have something that hopefully, at the end, won’t be painful.}

   The Master knew there was only about an hour’s space of time between the two Doctors landing, but now that the younger version had left and forgotten, it felt as though he had been here for ages.  Waiting for the telltale sound and the chance to make his Doctor understand.  To remember what the Master had done, and what, at the time, the Doctor had actually understood.    His reasons for leaving.    He hadn’t wanted to go, but he couldn’t stay when they were at each others throats every second.  It felt too much like-… Like he was slipping.  Back into that mindset, that place he just wanted to escape.  No more running from Theta, or making the other run from him.  It should be done with.  He wanted it done with.  The fighting had made that difficult.  The damage both had done to each other, though not physical, after the execution.  It had just been the end of a fuse, waiting to run out and cause the mess both Time Lords were currently in.    A mess they had both caused.  Perhaps the Master moreso.  He understood why Theta had just let it happen, but at the same time he hated him for it.  For giving up.  Just because the link had gone.    But he had let that go.    He knew it was hard when Theta relied so much on the link for his stability.  The Master just didn’t want to admit he relied on it as much as the other, even when he did.  He needed it to keep the nightmares away, and even then it didn’t always work.    When that groaning broken noise did reach his ears, the Master reached out for the link.  Slowly, carefully.  He didn’t know how the Doctor was going to react to his return.  Or to any of this.  It might not be enough, even with the memories, if he didn’t understand…     He had to at least hope that it would.  His words were sent carefully and quietly, before the TARDIS doors had opened.  Each one chosen carefully.  He was not sorry for leaving.  He was not sorry for what had happened while he was gone.  Only that he had been away from the other so long. I’m sorry for being gone so long.

It was easy to ignore the constant silence in his head by then. The link to the other Time Lord lulled down to a small background noise, time ticking away louder than it’s noise. He had found a way to ignore it. The easy part was a complete lie of course. 

Silence hurt and it took a while to find enough distraction to make it bearable. 

“So where now, old girl? Beijing in the 67th century? I do love those little sweet ball things on the stick. Or... England. I didn’t see Will for a while, but well.. don’t fancy more arrows being shot at me. I wonder what I did to Bess to deserve that...” the Doctor said out loud, spinning around the console. Talking out loud helped. It just did. He had asked Alistair to come with him for one or two trips, Sarah Jane and her son as well, Jack.. but they had their lives to return to. 

The ship gave a whirrling sound as they materialised on a small planet outside any timezone he had actually thought about visiting.  Frowning at the screen he ran his hand down his jaw.  “Why here? It’s literally nothing here at all..” he started when he realised something. Someone was touching his mind. The link was getting stronger every millisecond he was on that planet.  Eyes widening a bit, he quickly turned to the door, but didn’t walk up to it to let the other in. He didn’t reach back either, but didn’t the Master out of his head. Tentatively he let the touch linger, threads of the link falling into place far too easily.  The small message, send gentle and.. an apology?.. made him come out of his small trance and even though he tensed up a bit, he took the few steps to the door and opened it. 

Looking at the other Time Lord he stood still, the light of the TARDIS behind him enlightning the small space in front of the ship and barely reaching the other’s face.  ‘Yeah...’ he simply answered, not wanting to say much more to not start a fight again. There was still that anger from months ago in his mind, but also the desire to touch and get close to the other again. It was a bit of a mess as much as they were both in general. 

Send me “Goodbye” for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die.Long live 5am in the morning.

“I’ve got... what? A minute?

It ends in fire. I guess the universe wanted every piece of the Time Lords burning together. Yet another countdown, and for the first time in my life I’m not afraid.

But why you? Why am I even talking to you?

I guess it’s because the life that’s passing before my eyes isn’t mine. It’s yours. 

In the end, I was wrong. Wasn’t I?

Ten seconds until Gallifrey.

The console room wasn’t empty when he got there. He stopped short as soon as he turned the last corner of the corridor and saw the Doctor there, hovering over an open panel and fixing circuits that needed no fixing at all. Which was exactly what he had intended to waste the next hours on. Apparently he wasn’t the only one refusing to sleep. 

He narrowed his eyes, ready to turn around and head to the library -but the dusty silence suddenly looked like a poor option in comparison, dangerously empty. And the tinkering was an awfully good lure.

He knew this colony. It was just another random name stained with violence in the storm of his mind when he forced the TARDIS to land -somewhere, anywhere, so he could make someone else pay for the nightmares. 

It wouldn’t have meant that much trouble if their destination hadn’t been the capital -the only place on the planet where radars would detect time travel disturbance. There had been seven terrorist attacks within a week. A few days hadn’t been enough to wash off the blood, and that was exactly why he wanted to be here. There was something revolting yet oddly alluring in the way fear feeded off fear in a perfect mess, winners terrified of losers terrified of everyone. The city was a bloodstained mess, a place where whoever he killed and whoever tried to kill him would mix in days forgotten by History. And the Doctor was definitely not supposed to follow him. He was not supposed to play the hero, to run after him and pull him out of the way of the bullets, to stay in the chaos with him instead of escaping while the white guards surrounded them. It was something he wouldn’t have done, and that made it worse.

It had been a week since then. The worst part was, he had considered the possibility of being caught and thrown into an unnamed cell. It was just another place to let rage die against closed walls, then escape. He’d done it before. Now they were both trapped here, and it was suddenly ten times more complicated.

He was sitting in the darkest corner of the cell when the door opened and the Doctor entered the room. His presence had been close for a couple of days, somewhere inside the massive prison, barely brushing the edges of his conscience, letting him know that interrogating them separately had gotten no results. His footsteps sounded somewhat unsteady, as if he was hobbling. Void didn’t look at him. He remembered the way he had stood against the lights and the guns, a whole city pointed at them. Sometimes it was easy to forget he already was the Oncoming Storm long before he lost himself.

“You couldn’t just leave me there, could you?” He broke the silence with a cold, throaty voice “You had to pretend you were better. That’s your main occupation when I’m around. Reinforced hipocresy”

His anger was nearly palpable, barely hidden behind a wall of thin ice.

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[text: Huckleberry] You should burn everything that's in that damn room.

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