//lol I feel like the Master’s natural proclivity for “that’s my idiot <3″ magnifies tenfold with Thirteen. Like, I’m thinking of Simm for this post, but really, ANY Master, with Thirteen, I think this holds true. She’s so absurdly sunny and zany.  And the Master finds they’re haplessly in love with it, because she’s regressed in a way to Theta Sigma, more than she has in many, many regenerations. 

Like there’s exasperation, but also proprietary affection. 

I’ve always been scared that a part of you will never truly forgive me for leaving you behind all those years ago. Even though we’re happy now, I’m terrified that there’s a seed of anger and hatred still there, buried deep down.

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       “ … and do you think I never fear I’ll awaken one day to the smell of engine exhaust, and the sight of the TARDIS dematerializing, with you inside, afraid of yourself, me, us, what we are, were, or never will be,  abandoning me again?  We remain together not because we have no fear of what we could do to destroy each other, but despite that knowledge.  Every day, love is a choice, that’s what you told me.  Because what we are together is more than our fear of being annihilated by the person who knows us best in all the cosmos.  Or am I wrong?” 

… you promise? Promise me, you’ll be wild and unfettered, and brash and stupid, and smart and mad and irreverent and rude and obnoxious and pedantic and beautiful and artistic and silly, so damned silly, and terrifying, be my terrifying storm, and oh my girl. I’ll make them tremble that try to take any of that from you.

My Simm Master muse