Mythical Simplicity (Chapter 1)

[amyross]

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The chair was soft and comfortable. The lighting in the study was perfect; warm and cosy, but bright enough to read. Gentle strains of music were streaming from the aged gramophone in the corner. A plate of delicious snacks rested on the desk. It was wonderful, really.

And the Doctor was about eight seconds away from completely

Comments

[amyross]

Thanks!

I kind of built this chapter, or at least, that section, around that particular confession. It made me so sad to type, really, but it had to be done. It's that whole "only someone you care about can really hurt you" thing. Also ... the only person he can bring himself to say it to ... ?

Yeah, I'm evil. But we knew that already ;)

[super_six_one]

I'm liking this very much so far. Please continue. :) :)

[amyross]

Thanks! I'm glad you like it.

Posting Chapter Two now.

[order_of_chaos]

Whatthingswhatthingswhatthings?!! *plasters self to computer screen* Can't wait to see what happens!

Not like this. Oh Doctor. Ouch. Lovely, lovely angst. Telling the Master he loves him.
And oh, Master. If you didn't care, that would have felt like a victory too, wouldn't it?

[amyross]

Thank you!

Yeah, my angsty side really came out writing this.

Of course he wants him, but even at this point, I think there's still a ... limit.

I'll leave it up to your interpretation whether the "I love you" just slipped out, or whether it was a last-ditch bid for redemption.

And, yes, if he had no emotional investment at all, it wouldn't matter. I don't know how it makes him feel, but anger's kind of his default setting. At least it's a genuine reaction.