Send a what-if scenario for a reaction from my muse.
“That’s … unfathomable.”
He means it in every sense of the word. Every joy and despair, every achievement and failure, are inextricably knotted, like two hands joined and bound by matrimonial cords, to the Doctor. A life bereft of the other half of himself, that’s like staring into a blackness that’s beyond the nonpresence of light: it’s beyond absence, because absence implies that there was once presence.
It’s like staring at Nothing.
There’s no need to argue anymore I gave all I could, but it left me so sore And the thing that makes me mad Is the one thing that I had
I knew, I knew I’d lose you
You’ll always be special to me Special to me, to me
And I remember all the things we once shared Watching T.V. movies on the living room armchair But they say it will work out fine Was it all a waste of time?
Cause I knew, I knew I’d lose you
You’ll always be special to me Special to me, to me
Will I forget in time, ah You said I was on your mind? There’s no need to argue No need to argue anymore There’s no need to argue anymore
drew this months ago while thinking about the doctor falls and forgot to post it so here it is now
Thanks i’m DEAD </3
I just want every Doctor that follows me to know that the Master embodies Missy’s statement that no matter the face, every incarnation of the Doctor is THEIR Doctor. Every single Doctor is beloved of the Master, bitterly wounded by their abandonment, chasing them across the cosmos, begging them with each horribly misguided “command” to look at the Master again, and remember their best friend.
The Master will pursue every Doctor until time and space cease to be.
Icarus 