Not sure on how to ink or anything but wanted to quickly get down that scene from Last of the Time Lords since it was on TV last night ;3; I do miss RTD era Who
He puts down the bit of circuitry over which they’ve been arguing, voices and gestures absurdly escalating, when the Doctor’s infamous gob produces those words.
The Master’s smile is soft and betrays how susceptible he is to this particular verbal weapon.
Hands now freed, he traverses the small space between them, rises up on the Doctor’s feet—his usual proprietary body language–and kisses him firmly.
Ruffling his old friend’s hair, he croons,
“Say that again.”
The moment the Master puts down the very object they’ve been bickering over, the Doctor’s shoulders relax and the anger he felt steadily rising begins to recede. He didn’t know why they were arguing in the first place- perhaps because the Doctor is as stubborn as a mule and refuses to admit that his beloved might just know a bit more about the circuitry of their ship than he himself does, or perhaps just because he felt like arguing that day which… does happen from time to time- but he’s glad that for the moment it seems to be over.
For the moment.
The words he spoke aren’t meant to diffuse the situation, aren’t meant to be spoken aloud in the first place, but they do and they are and he’s thankful for it. His hands withdraw from his trouser pockets the moment the Master is within reach, placing them against his beloved’s hips as his feet are perched upon. A soft sound releases as they kiss, the rest of the tension automatically melting away in the wake of the firmness of his love’s lips against his own.
When the kiss ends and his hair is ruffled, the Doctor half grins and there’s no hiding the gentle glimmer of surprise in the chocolate irises. His voice is low, much different to how it had been moments ago and it’s clear the Master’s own response has disarmed him- just as susceptible to his beloved as his beloved is to him.
“You… You mean everything to me. Everything. There is no person, nor object, nor adventure more important to me than you.”
He wants to say more, wants to keep speaking and allow his perpetual motion to carry over into his gob as per usual, but instead, as he finishes his original thought, he mirrors the Master’s previous action and kisses him firmly. A much better option than rambling, to be sure, especially considering his proclivity for the dramatic and his wish for the argument-over-nothing-important to be over.
Icarus 