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
“Don’t be daft, you old potato,” the Master sasses straight back. “You just stand there in those sexy glasses and look pretty. I’ll do the hard work.”
He draws his laser and nudges the Doctor, hip to hip, then swings around and fires his laser off directly into the nasty, large alien insect’s head.
“Here’s hoping we don’t disturb the hive overhead. And don’t get huffy about me killing the worker drones. Long as we don’t get the queen their kind’ll live to sting another day.”
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.
Send “Sleep already!” for a starter where my muse is very clearly sleep-deprived, but refuses to sleep.
The Master has been at the same damned glitch in the Console computer for well over 48 sleepless hours. He is the perfect portrait of barely-contained madness: silver-blond hair a crow’s nest of raked fingers; facial hair ill-kempt; eye makeup smudged, and replaced by a pair of ominous dark circles.
When the Doctor greets him with this gentle command, he only grunts a nonresponse, holding up an index finger, and assaults the keyboard with a new system of input commands.
“I do that and every time we need to jump somewhere else, the navigation system will be compromised. You wanna be spit out into a meteor shower or the mouth of a volcano? Didn’t think so.”
He continues to type even as he speaks, at a rapid-fire machine-gun cadence.
Softly he pressed a kiss to the Master’s temple, keeping his loving embrace. Closing his eyes he allowed a gentle brush against the telepathic connection they shared. There was no probing just gentle reassurance. The silence didn’t bother the Doctor he merely stayed there offering his love and comfort to the one he so dearly cared for.
The Master shoves his face into the Doctor’s neck, inhaling aftershave and windburn and all things mysterious and fugitive. Home, home.
“Don’t forget me, don’t doubt me, please, please, please, I’m here, I’m still here,” he all but chants through his teeth, clinging, making his fists full of shirt tremble.
“I am constantly surprised by the longing for you that never quiets. You are here and you are in my hearts, always. My thoughts often stray to you even when I don’t mean them to. Wondering how you are, what you’re doing, if you’d welcome my endless company. Endless because pulling myself from you is a pain I tire of enduring.”
The Doctor speaks softly, hands gingerly trailing up and down the man’s back. Having him so close is always lovely, it makes his hearts soar. Warm, fierce, beautiful, mine.
The longer the Doctor holds him, the more the Master stills; the quieter he grows, save for that tell-tale gentle thrum deep in the diaphragm of his psyche, just like the purring of a cat with its favorite human. His eyes fall closed and he says nothing, instead savoring the silent nearness of his beloved.
Softly he pressed a kiss to the Master’s temple, keeping his loving embrace. Closing his eyes he allowed a gentle brush against the telepathic connection they shared. There was no probing just gentle reassurance. The silence didn’t bother the Doctor he merely stayed there offering his love and comfort to the one he so dearly cared for.
The Master shoves his face into the Doctor’s neck, inhaling aftershave and windburn and all things mysterious and fugitive. Home, home.
“Don’t forget me, don’t doubt me, please, please, please, I’m here, I’m still here,” he all but chants through his teeth, clinging, making his fists full of shirt tremble.
“Well let me help you with that,” the Master seethes through his teeth, in a tight and frantic whisper; it’s always perilous, so perilous, when the both of them are in a fragile and mercurial state, when the both of them are raw.
“I could have chosen to respond differently to what you did, to how you left. I who pride myself on being so self-sufficient and self-justified, have done nothing in life but react to you. Nothing … !”
Icarus 