The Master (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
best_served_hot) wrote2010-01-30 09:37 pm
best_served_hot) wrote2010-01-30 09:37 pm
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Sometimes when he closes his eyes it feels as if everything just stops.
No time. Nothing. Just a void. The absence of anything and everything all around; it hurts. And so, he opens his eyes again.
The world starts again.
For a while, it's enough. As long as he keeps his eyes open, the world keeps going and it doesn't feel like sand from a broken hourglass slipping through his fingers. But there are glitches in the program, gaps and some of the things he remembers seem like they've come from different eyes. It's as if he's only reading half a story and one of the main characters has gone away.
But where has he gone if he's always right here?
Which character is he? The pattern is degrading. No, you stay with me!
He hears a voice but from where? He closes his eyes and instantly regrets it because this time, the world doesn't stop. He's somewhere new and unfamiliar that he knows, yet doesn't. He remembers it in the light shades of amber and coral. He thinks it should be a different color but he isn't sure.
He's almost positive he remembers it in red.
Red, like a dress. Like ruby lipstick and blonde hair. Like the sound of a gun going off. Red like the color of blood. Like life ebbing away. Like, what is the word?
Winning.
Only that makes his hearts that don't really exist twist in his chest. What he feels, he sees mirrored in the eyes he's now staring at. But those are the eyes he's been looking through, the life he's been seeing. Half of the memories but if those belong to this man, then what is he?
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
He hears the other man say it and his brow wrinkles in confusion. The tightness in his chest doesn't go away and then he continues.
"I tried, really, I did but...you wouldn't let me. We don't have long now," says the Doctor. It would be easier if he just let go, but how could he after all this time? The Doctor wants to hate him for this last victory, wants to hate him for leaving him alone to face an empty universe. Before he hadn't thought of it that way but then, he'd gotten used to the idea of always being alone. Of being the last of his kind.
Then came hope and with it pain and now... Now he wishes he could forget, like the rest of the world. Ignorant of a year that never, ever happened.
"Haven't got long," he murmurs back then suddenly it dawns on him and he wants to close his eyes and go back to the land of gaps and glitches and memories on only one side of the story. He realizes, mind whirring into a sort of panic, that he isn't himself. He isn't who he thought he was. He is the character that he believed he was seeing. Fighting against.
He is the villain of the piece.
The Doctor watches and wishes he could keep him, make the illusion last. He thinks he could be happy with that, as long as he isn't alone. He pretends, ignoring the niggling thought in his mind, that it isn't selfish.
But part of him whispers that the Universe owes him.
"What is it-what have you done?" the Master that isn't the Master starts. The Doctor goes to respond but he's cut off, by the same question repeated. The program is failing, no going back now. No fixing this.
He hates the Master then, just a little bit and he hates himself for not being able to let go.
The Master is still there but it's shifting and not quite tangible. He's still looking through the other man's eyes. What is his name? He used to know it but he can't think clearly. The world is sand again and the hourglass has just about run out.
The Doctor steps forward and cups your cheek but you don't feel anything but cold. He leans in, lips a breath away from yours as he watches you.
"I couldn't save you," he whispers, voice catching and rough from emotion before he kisses you.
When he kisses you it sparks and it's like the hourglass is fixed but only for that moment. Time stops and the world is still spinning at a billion miles an hour as you kiss him back. He pulls back, eyes shining in the dimming light. Wasn't it bright before?
The glitch in the program fixes itself, for only a moment and you know enough of the other half of the story to realize.
"Doctor.."
The world stops.
prompt: kiss on the lips
words: 831
No time. Nothing. Just a void. The absence of anything and everything all around; it hurts. And so, he opens his eyes again.
The world starts again.
For a while, it's enough. As long as he keeps his eyes open, the world keeps going and it doesn't feel like sand from a broken hourglass slipping through his fingers. But there are glitches in the program, gaps and some of the things he remembers seem like they've come from different eyes. It's as if he's only reading half a story and one of the main characters has gone away.
But where has he gone if he's always right here?
Which character is he? The pattern is degrading. No, you stay with me!
He hears a voice but from where? He closes his eyes and instantly regrets it because this time, the world doesn't stop. He's somewhere new and unfamiliar that he knows, yet doesn't. He remembers it in the light shades of amber and coral. He thinks it should be a different color but he isn't sure.
He's almost positive he remembers it in red.
Red, like a dress. Like ruby lipstick and blonde hair. Like the sound of a gun going off. Red like the color of blood. Like life ebbing away. Like, what is the word?
Winning.
Only that makes his hearts that don't really exist twist in his chest. What he feels, he sees mirrored in the eyes he's now staring at. But those are the eyes he's been looking through, the life he's been seeing. Half of the memories but if those belong to this man, then what is he?
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
He hears the other man say it and his brow wrinkles in confusion. The tightness in his chest doesn't go away and then he continues.
"I tried, really, I did but...you wouldn't let me. We don't have long now," says the Doctor. It would be easier if he just let go, but how could he after all this time? The Doctor wants to hate him for this last victory, wants to hate him for leaving him alone to face an empty universe. Before he hadn't thought of it that way but then, he'd gotten used to the idea of always being alone. Of being the last of his kind.
Then came hope and with it pain and now... Now he wishes he could forget, like the rest of the world. Ignorant of a year that never, ever happened.
"Haven't got long," he murmurs back then suddenly it dawns on him and he wants to close his eyes and go back to the land of gaps and glitches and memories on only one side of the story. He realizes, mind whirring into a sort of panic, that he isn't himself. He isn't who he thought he was. He is the character that he believed he was seeing. Fighting against.
He is the villain of the piece.
The Doctor watches and wishes he could keep him, make the illusion last. He thinks he could be happy with that, as long as he isn't alone. He pretends, ignoring the niggling thought in his mind, that it isn't selfish.
But part of him whispers that the Universe owes him.
"What is it-what have you done?" the Master that isn't the Master starts. The Doctor goes to respond but he's cut off, by the same question repeated. The program is failing, no going back now. No fixing this.
He hates the Master then, just a little bit and he hates himself for not being able to let go.
The Master is still there but it's shifting and not quite tangible. He's still looking through the other man's eyes. What is his name? He used to know it but he can't think clearly. The world is sand again and the hourglass has just about run out.
The Doctor steps forward and cups your cheek but you don't feel anything but cold. He leans in, lips a breath away from yours as he watches you.
"I couldn't save you," he whispers, voice catching and rough from emotion before he kisses you.
When he kisses you it sparks and it's like the hourglass is fixed but only for that moment. Time stops and the world is still spinning at a billion miles an hour as you kiss him back. He pulls back, eyes shining in the dimming light. Wasn't it bright before?
The glitch in the program fixes itself, for only a moment and you know enough of the other half of the story to realize.
"Doctor.."
The world stops.
prompt: kiss on the lips
words: 831
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Thank you so much for writing this!
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You're so very welcome!