((Hello, sorry for lack of replies today but semi-hiatus because of work is in effect. I’ll try to squeeze in a bit of reply time in the morning because at the moment I’m too spent to attempt replies.
Also, I just realized that I’ve been unconsciously uncomfortable and recoiling from bloody images on my dash and so tw: blood has now gone onto my blacklist. I guess it’s never too late to learn new things about yourself.
Good night. xoxo))
No matter what anyone thinks I don’t think you can say someone is much better at a character than someone else, we each have our own portrayal, our own idea of that character. To some, you are fantastic, to others you are not. But one thing is that we are all different, we need variety not two people roleplaying the same character the exact same, different ideas, new plots, each person bringing something different to the character. Please don’t feel pressured to change yourself when you’re having fun, that’s what matters not what status you have amongst others, because no matter how bad one person will make you feel about how you’re doing, I can bet there are 10 others that love you the way you are. Don’t change yourself, just enjoy yourself.
((Psssttt, this person's birthday is today. You know what to do.))
((Welp, my semi-hiatus didn’t really happen today (I’m going to regret that next week, most likely), but it’s still in effect through the end of the month, essentially. I am probably going to be slow with replies and for that I am sorry. But let me make a list of who I have in my drafts right now because I’m more caught up than I’ve been in a good long while.
djfalsdkfjasd I’m sort of amazed that this list is so short, and I’m a little worried that I’ve missed things, so please let me know if I have and I’ll add them to my drafts.))
The sight of the Doctor pleading pulled painfully at his hearts; much as he wished he didn’t, he understood. His lips pursed as he tried to keep his expression as composed as possible, momentarily torn.
Andromeda was right, though. In his current state, he very much doubted the Doctor would be able to lift the other Master, much less carry the body for any distance, and they could hardly leave the body here. That wouldn’t help anyone. Shifting the body in his arms, he gave the other Doctor a sympathetic, understanding look, and shook his head no. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” His eyes looked up to the Master, a similar apology lighting them, seeing the pain this situation had put him in, as well, before they flicked back to the Doctor at his feet. “It’ll be alright; we’re not taking him far. He’ll be waiting in the med-bay whenever you’re ready to…attend to him.”
Nodding once to the Master, lips pressed together in flat line, he turned away, gesturing with a tilt of his head for Andromeda to come with him before heading into the TARDIS, his TARDIS, waiting nearby, giving them a moment alone.
Moving the body somewhere safe was more than he could have brought himself to do, even if he were in the physical position to do so. A deep, hurt scowl creased his lips. He was offering a momentary truce, and there was the Doctor, his Doctor, reaching for someone else even now. He didn’t look at Andromeda or the other Doctor, not particularly wanting them to see the agony he was in, though there was no hiding it.
Even after they were gone, he didn’t lift his head. There were so many things on the tip of his tongue, scrabbling to be freed, and he feared if he opened his mouth it might all tumble out at once. All he could do was curl in on himself a little, as wounded as if the Doctor had cut out his hearts, His fingers curled protectively around his stomach, a pained, hopeless sound wrenching itself free from his throat in spite of his efforts.
They were right, of course. With the state he was in physically, there was little he could do. Knowing that didn’t make the situation any less agonizing, and his hand dropped when the other Doctor shook his head, expression hopeless as another strangled, despairing sound worked it’s way free of him against his will. His shoulders shivered with emotional restraint as they walked away, and he bit down hard on his bottom lip to keep himself from making everything worse, very much aware of his lover on the ground behind him.
The noise that came from the Master broke him apart further, knowing the damage he’d done, was still doing, and he turned toward the other Time Lord, seeing the agony he’d caused written all over him. None of this should have happened. None of it. He could feel a steady stream of tears rolling down his cheeks, but he didn’t care; they didn’t matter. What did matter right then was the obvious pain he’d caused his lover, and he reached out toward him for a moment before dropping his hands, head hung low in both agony and shame as he choked out a broken apology. “Master, please…I—I’m so sorry.”
With one last apologetic glance at the two Time Lords on the ground, she turned and followed the Doctor to the TARDIS, hurrying to catch up. She opened the door for him, then followed him inside the familiar blue box, her hearts leaping at the much friendlier atmosphere inside than the last time she had been on the ship. Granted, that was in an alternate future for this ship, a future that had now been headed off, and that thought made her feel even lighter.
She grinned up at the time rotor at first, relieved that she wasn’t facing down death in this console room, but quickly reminded herself that solemnity was probably more called for. There was a dead Time Lord here to attend to, and a relationship outside that would take time and work to mend. She hoped they would be able to find a way to pick up the pieces.
She walked alongside the Doctor silently as he carried the limp body of the Master to the med-bay and, again, opened the door for him. Following him inside, she waited by the doorway for him to set his burden down.