They say don’t let them in Close your eyes and clear your thoughts again But when I’m all alone, they show up on their own ‘Cause inner demons fight their battles with fire Inner demons don’t play by the rules They say “Just push them down, just fight them harder Why would you give up on it so soon?"So angels, angels please just keep on fighting Angels don’t give up on me today ‘Cause the demons they are there, they just keep biting ‘Cause inner demons just won’t go away So angels please, hear my prayer Life is pain, life’s not fair So angels please, please stay here Take the pain, take the fearThey say it won’t be hard, they can’t see the battles in my heart But when I turn away The demons seem to stay ‘Cause inner demons don’t play well with angels They cheat and lie and steal and break and bruise Angels please protect me from these rebels This is a battle I don’t want to loseSo angels, angels please just keep on fighting Angels don’t give up on me today ‘Cause the demons they are there, they just keep biting ‘Cause inner demons just won’t go awaySo angels, angels please keep on fighting Angels don’t give up on me today ‘Cause the demons they are there, they just keep biting ‘Cause inner demons just won’t go awaySo angels please, hear my prayer Life is pain, life’s not fair So angels please, please stay here Take the pain, take the fear
The words come out like ripping off a scab, even though the Master strives with every fiber of his independence-loving, ire-filled soul to appear intimidating.
“After all,” and even less successfully, to look smug and dark, “it’s not like I’m going anywhere.”
“Should I?”
She screws up her face, clearly confused as to not only where this is coming from but why he would say such a thing. “Did I say something? Did she say something? Did I do the thing again where I miss some human social cue and now it’s a thing?”
“Nah, luv. The only thing I think you definitely missed is that you thrive on stimulation and novelty. And … humans provide you with a vulnerability, an innocence, that I can’t provide.”
The words veil unheard anguish. Acting selflessly is against every principle he possesses; he might as well be harpooning himself through the vitals, and it would hurt less, but he masks it well.
“You should enjoy them while they’re still here. I don’t have an expiration date.”
The pair of them are sitting across from each other, yogi style, knees bumped together, when the Doctor brightly declares this.
The Master leans in across the purple couch–the couch he promised he’d procure for the Doctor when she exclaimed how much she wished she owned one–and kisses her. No predication, no warning, he just does so, and enjoys thoroughly the perfect lock of their mouths into place. There’s a pattern to the “randomness” of the stars, and to the “chance” of lives meeting.
“That would be divine, if my best friend joined me.”
The kiss surprises her, even flusters her slightly and she’s just the slightest bit pink when he pulls back. She’s still getting used to this kind of random physical affection somehow, despite how often he showers it upon her. She may never get completely used to it, too many centuries of cultural indoctrination to peel away even for her.
“I think your best friend would be delighted. Shall I give ‘em a call?” she teases.
“I dunno, you think she’ busy saving the world, or … marrying strangers, or maintaining timelines? Should I leave a message after the beep? Don’t want to bother her with little old me.”
This is entirely a tease; he would interrupt her marching with Mahatma Gandhi or dabbing Mother Teresa’s brow if he felt something–usually himself–important enough.
Which is all the clearer when he pulls her into the wardrobe with a well-nigh lecherous grin, and kisses her again, on the long, soft, smooth neck.
“Please tell me you’ll wear a suit … Doctor, make my wildest fantasies a reality.”
It’s highly possible he’s figured out that he has the capacity to fluster her.
you have this idea in your head that the only time you’re worthy of being loved is when you’re at your best. you’re still worthy of being loved when you’re at your lowest. you’re still worthy of being loved when you don’t want to go on anymore. you are still worthy of being loved even when you don’t love yourself. you are a human and therefore always worthy of being loved and don’t you fool yourself into thinking otherwise.
Icarus 