The Master cranes back his long slender neck and smirks over one shoulder at the Doctor.
“Not really. No one embodies the term ‘warm fuzzies’ quite so aptly as you, ‘Oncoming Storm,’” he gently goads. “And now what? Have you caught me at last, Doctor?”
The Master kisses the Doctor.
“No,” he informs her, directly thereafter.
“I’m a most persistent diabolical koala.”
“HehHAH! I sincerely doubt that Walt Disney ever encountered an aggressive devourer of inorganic matter, love.”
But the Master doesn’t argue with the usual resilient determination: not so long as his beloved scratches her fingers through the follicles of his scalp and renders him a critically tamed beast.
“I think you’re Stitch and I’m that little girl … . me wandering the slopes of Mt. Perdition, wishing for a friend, and then there you were, maniacal and suns-kissed.”
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.”
((Ahhhh friendo I cannot answer this unless you specify the verse because it is VERY dependent on which verse you mean, how many lovers, family members, friends, etc he has :OOO can you be specific, and then he will answer ic! ❤ ))
The Master flings himself in the Doctor’s path. He cups her face in one hand, and peers ferociously into her frightened hazel eyes. It’s an expression of helplessness she sports, and for the twelve previous faces she wore, he would have skinned himself for the chance to witness that exact face.
Not anymore. Not a Doctor who is full of hope and self-accountability and compassion. Not his boyhood best friend reborn.
“You can’t lie to me. You never could.”
“Tell me what happened. Was it the mine?”
I love how my Simm Master muse is like “I despise the Doctor!” and proceeds to take a single look at the Thirteenth Doctor and immediately “Majesty” by Nicki Minaj starts playing in his head lmao ( “Whatever you say, Missus Majesty, whatever you want you can have from me!” ) and he just stares at her indefinitely flustered and BSOD’ing. 😂
I would try but I am dirt poor. 😦
Oh darling LOL I’m not asking for money, I’m asking for fluff from the docco!!!! Yikes, I’ll go clarify the post LOL! DDD:
//er so. we’re out another $8,000-$9,000 because of willful damage done by the tenants of the property we own (and now again inhabit–and this is on top of the initial $30,000 only a pittance of which we reclaimed in court). And the uh stress combined with my med changes has me now in…uhhhh excruciating abdominal pain and….let’s say constantly in the bathroom, combined with a migraine. my doctor messed up so i can’t see him for the migraine until Tuesday (he’s already 2 months late on my treatment due to insurance not re-approving said treatment, which keeps me out of the hospital, until this morning). and i am experiencing strange weakness in my limbs too, and fatigue because i haven’t really slept for over a week??? lol????
so if iiii could get some ic rp fluff from any doccos following me, any doccos that you please, anyone one through thirteen, that would be exceedingly helpful, even if i may not be able to reply right away. no pressure or force, ever, though, of course <3333
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