The Master (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
best_served_hot) wrote2013-04-05 01:05 am
best_served_hot) wrote2013-04-05 01:05 am
Definition • Love
Words can define us. We can, in turn, define the words. Define a word from your character's perspective, not your own. Listen to them.
Love. Simple. Complicated. Anger. Pain.
Love. Desire. Passion. Fear. Lust. Hate.
Love. Bitterness. Scorn. Anguish. Loneliness.
Love. Hate.
Quite simply put the Master's love hurts.
It hurts because it is all he knows. He loved the Doctor, Theta Sigma. He was his best friend, practically his universe, and he left. He left him. He left him behind and it hurt.
Therefore, in a very simplistic way, that is what love must be for him. It hurts. So when he shows it, there isn't anything wrong or skewed with his perception of it. His love is pain. His affection is scathing. His adoration is suffocating.
His love leaves traces, marks, it doesn't simply vanish as though it were not there. Because he loves, he hurts, and because he hurts, he hates. Simplistic. Circular. Entwined.
Because he hates he suffers.
The Master is not indifferent, that would imply that he did not care. He would not actively seek out the source of his pain. He would not seek to destroy the Doctor. He actively pursues these things, sometimes with a narrow-minded, blind to all else focus.
It costs him, and sometimes dearly.
His love hurts, not just those who he loves, but also himself. His love--his hate--bent and twisted into a shape that leaves it unrecognizable when untangled to stand on its own forces him into compromising situations. He loses. He wins. He takes his victory in tears. He takes it in pain.
In the end it is no victory at all. It is hollow. Meaningless. It echoes in dreary places and disappears in wisps along the winds of time.
His love is a contradiction in and of itself to anyone else but him. Love is hate. Hate is love. Pain is life. Love is pain. They are separate and the same, twisted up in infinity.
The Master does love.
He suffers for it.
Love. Simple. Complicated. Anger. Pain.
Love. Desire. Passion. Fear. Lust. Hate.
Love. Bitterness. Scorn. Anguish. Loneliness.
Love. Hate.
Quite simply put the Master's love hurts.
It hurts because it is all he knows. He loved the Doctor, Theta Sigma. He was his best friend, practically his universe, and he left. He left him. He left him behind and it hurt.
Therefore, in a very simplistic way, that is what love must be for him. It hurts. So when he shows it, there isn't anything wrong or skewed with his perception of it. His love is pain. His affection is scathing. His adoration is suffocating.
His love leaves traces, marks, it doesn't simply vanish as though it were not there. Because he loves, he hurts, and because he hurts, he hates. Simplistic. Circular. Entwined.
Because he hates he suffers.
The Master is not indifferent, that would imply that he did not care. He would not actively seek out the source of his pain. He would not seek to destroy the Doctor. He actively pursues these things, sometimes with a narrow-minded, blind to all else focus.
It costs him, and sometimes dearly.
His love hurts, not just those who he loves, but also himself. His love--his hate--bent and twisted into a shape that leaves it unrecognizable when untangled to stand on its own forces him into compromising situations. He loses. He wins. He takes his victory in tears. He takes it in pain.
In the end it is no victory at all. It is hollow. Meaningless. It echoes in dreary places and disappears in wisps along the winds of time.
His love is a contradiction in and of itself to anyone else but him. Love is hate. Hate is love. Pain is life. Love is pain. They are separate and the same, twisted up in infinity.
The Master does love.
He suffers for it.