Whyyyyy did they have to be on opposite sides of the coin? Why couldn’t we have Missy sitting with her past self offering some positive assurances? BREAKS MY HEARTS
I think Michelle did everything she could with this scene, to convey that Missy is very conflicted here, but yes. I agree so hard. Every time I watch this and John backs away with that look of total betrayal and aloneness, I feel ill. Imagine being so unloved that even your own future self rejects you. I always like to think of my flawed past self as someone I would comfort, and say, “It’ll get better.” Not someone I’d injure so they could become me faster. It’s so sad.
Protip, too, on how to make this even more painful: turn up the volume all the way when you watch this scene, and you can hear his little gasp of pain under “and I always will” when she drives in the knife.
The Master’s been staring fixedly at the horizon, on the planet where they’ve stopped their TARDIS. It’s another planet, far, far from the system of Kastobouros, that happens to orbit two suns. They set, now, and the sky is ablaze with blood red: their signature hue.
As his future dozes with her head on his shoulder, he rests his cheek on top of unruly dark hair.
“Careful, someone might just accuse us of being cute.”
Missy chuckled a little as she looked at the view before them. “Oh hush, no one would dare to tell us that, even if it’s true.” She said sleepily, obviously not in her right mind when she was tired. “You’re comfy, Junior”
He turns to look down at her, from their seat on top of the inexplicable giant Greek column that is their TARDIS’s guise. He dons an insulted air, though he’s entirely joking.
“What d’you bloody mean? I’m adorable.”
She shifted a bit to look up at him. “Oi, don’t get all flustered on me, you are adorable alright?” She chuckled and nuzzled a bit onto his neck, feeling all comfy now. She didn’t want to move. “Cute, adorable, is there any other thing you want to add to the list? Cause I can still think of a few while I’m awake.”
“ … .why, my beautiful, dangerous, ingenious minx … ”
The Master’s been staring fixedly at the horizon, on the planet where they’ve stopped their TARDIS. It’s another planet, far, far from the system of Kastobouros, that happens to orbit two suns. They set, now, and the sky is ablaze with blood red: their signature hue.
As his future dozes with her head on his shoulder, he rests his cheek on top of unruly dark hair.
“Careful, someone might just accuse us of being cute.”
Missy chuckled a little as she looked at the view before them. “Oh hush, no one would dare to tell us that, even if it’s true.” She said sleepily, obviously not in her right mind when she was tired. “You’re comfy, Junior”
He turns to look down at her, from their seat on top of the inexplicable giant Greek column that is their TARDIS’s guise. He dons an insulted air, though he’s entirely joking.
The Master’s been staring fixedly at the horizon, on the planet where they’ve stopped their TARDIS. It’s another planet, far, far from the system of Kastobouros, that happens to orbit two suns. They set, now, and the sky is ablaze with blood red: their signature hue.
As his future dozes with her head on his shoulder, he rests his cheek on top of unruly dark hair.
“Careful, someone might just accuse us of being cute.”
Icarus 