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He was keeping himself easily accessible to Gallifrey - well, not necessarily. Mostly he was keeping himself accessible to Jamie, giving him cellphone numbers and swearing him into secrecy that he wouldn't share them with anyone else on Gallifrey. The phone for all of Gallifrey's emergencies was mostly kept shut off; whenever it rang he thought he ( Read more... ) -
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It's exciting, this rush of euphoria and the anxiety of patience. His veins are already pumping with adrenaline and when the Doctor steps out, wearing that poor, pathetic frown (oh, what wonderful things must have happened to make him look like that), the Master feels it in his bones, in his drums, in every fiber of his Timelord being. He wonders ( Read more... ) -
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He excelled at everything else he attempted to do. Still, it wasn't a problem of not knowing - for instance, he knew when something was *bothering* Theta, sometimes he even knew what it was depending on just how sullen, silent or pissy he was acting. This bout of withdrawing in on himself, the type where he found him in a small room that was almost ( Read more... ) -
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The question was asked in a low, almost threatening tone - he didn't need weapons to hurt her. Oh, he could hurt her with only his words and that, that was what having power over another meant. He touched sure fingertips to her waist, barely moving past the hem of her top to graze bare skin underneath it, and just as quickly he pulled his hand away ( Read more... )