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The Master is a study in devolution - Time Lord to human to something much more primal than either. He stalks the dark alleyways, his greatcoat swirling about his legs in the bitter wind, his eyes glittering like the rain shining off the wet paving stones. He's said before that he's madder than his previous regenerations, and it isn't a lie, not at ( Read more... ) -
paradisa: voicemail
[the Master refuses to set his voicemail up. Sorry, you'll just have to keep calling if you want to contact him.] -
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Lucy's dozed off, her head tucked against his chest, his arm draped possessively over her. The blood that had spattered on their bare skin earlier is smeared now, streaks of red like warpaint. The drops on the floor look black in the flickering light from the fireplace, some of them still glistening with wetness ( Read more... ) -
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He's not a fan of being trapped in the TARDIS - it makes him feel restless, and he can't help but pace around the room that he and Lucy share. The hum of the ship vibrates in his bones, teasing all his psychic senses, and he can tell that the bitch is unhappy to have him there. She's never liked him, not at all, and it's probably a good thing the ( Read more... ) -
How's my driving?
Let me know how I'm doing with the Master, please. :) Comments are screened.
