Sometimes, it’s not a lack of muse or short attention span or lack of time. Sometimes we’re too afraid to write out the reply we had in mind in fear it’s inadequate or written too fast. Then we send replies days, or even weeks, later that we had thought out in our mind since the beginning.
SHOUT OUT TO EVERYONE WHO STILL TRIES TO GET BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS AFTER DEPRESSION HIT THEM HARD. THERE ISN’T ENOUGH RECOGNITION FOR THOSE PEOPLE WHO KNOW THAT THEY’RE GOING TO LOSE INTEREST AND MOTIVATION AGAIN BUT PUSH THEMSELVES TO DO STUFF ANYWAYS. YOU ARE FIGHTING A DAILY BATTLE WITH YOUR OWN THOUGHTS AND YOU’RE STILL COMING OUT ON TOP, YOU’RE ALL BRAVE AS FUCK
the demon rose it’s gaze, slowly to the other time lord. it wasn’t used to such willingness. perhaps time lords didn’t have demons on their planet. maybe that was why they were so willing to experience this all. but even with all these perhaps and maybe theories, it didn’t change the fact that it now had a choice.
a choice she was going to explore in the doctor’s mind before anything else.
a small laugh, a chuckle escaped from her. “this meat suit is loved. by so many, all across the universe. never felt anythin’ like it.” a step forward, and she gave a shake of her head. “i know you. i can see you inside of her mind. a killer. insane, that lack of empathy for everyone except the true love of your life. why would i possess someone who is already, even on the best of days, a demon.”
“you’re nofun.”
“For many reasons. Because we demons have our functions, too, don’t we? Our purpose. In a world of frantic radiance, you still need the gloomy dark emptiness where things rest. You need the monster to thank for teaching you survival. The conflict. The driver of the plot. Hardly dull.”
The Master advances another step, the crushing pressure of his telepathic energies growing still more. Physical reality seems to fishbowl around his approaching form. He leers.
“Come on. You can feel it, can’t you? The cloying comforts of familiarity. The rich velvety dark. Come burrow inside my mind a bit. Come see what terrible things my kind are capable of. Not the diluted guilt-ridden ramblings of this would-be murderer, but a TRUE Weaponized Being. She hates guns. I AM a gun. Through and through. Just a moment, friend. Explore me just a moment. I’ll taste delicious.”
I am no longer a demon, foolish parasite.
She showed me a better way, a selfless way, and that’ll be your ruin.
There’s something raw in the Master tonight, something that badly needed to be reassured of his merit, much as he’s loathe to admit dependence on anything or anyone.
He engulfs the Doctor in his arms. eyes squeezed shut. He holds her airtight. He does not let go, and will not, until she insists.
Icarus 