dear_mun | (no subject)

Oh now that's charming. Look at you, getting all excited at the prospect of playing me again. Have you forgotten the last time you tried? Absolutely petrified, you poor thing; you couldn't take all of that drumming, let alone all of those thoughts. Oh, and I was the very definition of patient, waiting for you to get over that little fear of yours and to return to me, but then you picked him up and suddenly I was nothing.

Do you know what that's like? To be the king and then pushed down into the ruins of your kingdom, locked away into the silence because it's easier than listening? No, of course you don't.

Well, you're going to find out. Well, sort of, I can't be bothered with all of that silence, I'm much more eager to share the drums with you again. You remember them, don't you? _{[ He taps, rapping his fingers against the hard wooden desk he's currently sitting on top of, legs crossed for politeness. ]} I thought you would. They've missed you. We're so happy to have you back on board. Because I just hate getting dolled up and having nowhere to go. Look, I've even done my hair.

Why don't you just run along and rewatch my episodes? You might find them informational as well as educational.

Off you go. I'll be waiting.

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[He tugs at his ear.]

I expect nothing of you.

[Not since Master died in his arms.]

Except perhaps, for once to stay dead.

[And let him be sentimental in peace.]

No, can't possibly do that. The universe and I have quite the bond; she just can't cope without me, and who could blame her?

[The Doctor's tone softens, his expression shifts, but he will not cry. Not again, not over the Master.]

You don't get it. Do you have any idea how hard it is - every time?

_{[ He couldn't make this sound any more sarcastic if he tried. ]}

Aw. There, there.

Stopit.

[Yes, it's one word.]

We could have seen the universe together.

Oh it's very you, isn't it? To travel the galaxy, hand in hand with your precious little pets.

But what if I don't want to travel? What if all I want to do is take over a few planets, squash a few civilisations and watch things burn the way Gallifrey did?

You see, your plan doesn't cater to anyone other than yourself, and I'm not the type to sacrifice my plans for the sake of anyone else.

_{[ and you don't get to choose what the Master does with his life, or his death. ]}

[The mention of Gallifrey burning causes the Doctor's breath to hitch.]

None of it matters now, since your dead.

If I had another chance, I'd die all over again. How does that feel?

[He's not rising to the bait this time.]

The number of times you've died? I'll get used to it...

[Eventually. Okay, probably never, but he's not admitting that right now either.]