Naturally this means that the Master must “do them,” that is, fix his impish sparkling dark eyes all the more determinedly on his oldest and best friend’s face.
Naturally this means he must insinuate himself like a warm soft Slinky between the failed guitar and the Doctor, and stretch out his neck, and squash his nose into that of his beloved.
Naturally this means he must diabolically chuckle while smooshing the Doctor’s face between his hands.
The Doctor tries harder to glare into those eyes when he can no longer avoid them. He holds the expression, trying to block out the sound of laughter. It works, for about ten seconds. Then he can no longer keep a straight face.
His smile is visible only for a split second, before he leans forward and hides it by hugging the Master, pressing his face into his neck. He knows he’s seen it; seen him, seen the way the corners of his eyes crinkle before the smile even appears.
“Why can’t you ever just leave me in peace to sulk?”
The Master’s laugh grows incredulous.
“Because I lloooooOOOOOVE youuuu,” he all but sings, thoroughly disheveling the Doctor’s hair into an angry cumulonimbus cloud of vengeful sheep wool, with playful fingers.
He shakes with mirth, and his lips wander to every inch of face he can reach, to loudly kiss it.
//Me: *not getting enough Thoschei interaction from the Master end of the ship*
Solution: *invite other Masters to write with my Thirteen blog, LOL*
mY MalAdJUSteD CoPInG mECHANIsm will N Ot bE StoPped lol
“I’m not going to smile, so you can stop looking at me like that. With those eyes. I know you’re doing them.”
He’s determinedly not looking at the Master’s beautiful round face, at the eyes he know have the ability to see right through him. Having fixed himself firmly in a sulk because his project, a second hybrid guitar, isn’t going well, the Doctor is sat crossly in the middle of their bed. His frustration has already faded almost to its usual level again, and now he’s mostly just sulking for show. The second he looks at the Master, his facade will break. He can’t allow that.
Naturally this means that the Master must “do them,” that is, fix his impish sparkling dark eyes all the more determinedly on his oldest and best friend’s face.
Naturally this means he must insinuate himself like a warm soft Slinky between the failed guitar and the Doctor, and stretch out his neck, and squash his nose into that of his beloved.
Naturally this means he must diabolically chuckle while smooshing the Doctor’s face between his hands.
Took you like a shot Thought that I could chase you with a cold evening Let a couple years water down how I’m feeling about you (Feeling about you) And every time we talk Every single word builds up to this moment And I gotta convince myself I don’t want it Even though I do (even though I do)You could break my heart in two But when it heals, it beats for you I know it’s forward, but it’s trueI wanna hold you when I’m not supposed to When I’m lying close to someone else You’re stuck in my head and I can’t get you out of it If I could do it all again I know I’d go back to you I know I’d go back to you I know I’d go back to youWe never got it right Playing and replaying old conversations Overthinking every word and I hate it ‘Cause it’s not me (’cause it’s not me) And what’s the point in hiding? Everybody knows we got unfinished business And I’ll regret it if I didn’t say This isn’t what it could be (isn’t what it could be)You could break my heart in two But when it heals, it beats for you I know it’s forward, but it’s true
I just want every Doctor that follows me to know that the Master embodies Missy’s statement that no matter the face, every incarnation of the Doctor is THEIR Doctor. Every single Doctor is beloved of the Master, bitterly wounded by their abandonment, chasing them across the cosmos, begging them with each horribly misguided “command” to look at the Master again, and remember their best friend.
The Master will pursue every Doctor until time and space cease to be.
Icarus 