The Doctor loved watching that, watching the Master slowly uncoil from himself and become undone. The Doctor should've been focusing on, well, the unconscious and dead men in the room, or the fact that they were in incredible danger, or the fact that there was a thing inside of him that was just waiting to come out and take over. Instead, he focused on moving his fingers across the Master's neck.
He traced out long-dead words across his skin, watching totally enraptured at whatever responses they invoked. He watched like a dying man might watch the last of his water soak into hot sand. In theory, it was a very similar situation.
"Master." He said the word differently this time. It was still the Doctor, there was still so much more to the name than just the name itself, but now there was a sense of quiet intimacy there. Almost questioning.
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Date: 2011-12-21 04:07 pm (UTC)He traced out long-dead words across his skin, watching totally enraptured at whatever responses they invoked. He watched like a dying man might watch the last of his water soak into hot sand. In theory, it was a very similar situation.
"Master." He said the word differently this time. It was still the Doctor, there was still so much more to the name than just the name itself, but now there was a sense of quiet intimacy there. Almost questioning.