and the one who forgets

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I’ve had many faces, many lives. But I don’t admit to all of them. There’s one life I’ve tried very hard to forget. He was the Doctor who fought in the Time War and that was the day he did it. The day I did it. The day he killed them all. The last day of the Time War. The war to end all wars. Between my people and the Daleks. And in that battle there was a man with more blood on his hands than any other. A man who would commit a crime that would silence the universe. And that man was me.

      ( Someone is running after him.. Something has caught hold of his leg, grabbing his ankle, blood. Lots of blood gushing from his ankle as claws sink deeper. Help. h e l p.. HELP.


                 Lights. There are lights above him, burning his eyes, but he adjusts quickly, and he’s not all too sure what’s happened. But, the back of his head is throbbing, and every time he makes an effort to get up, he’s feeling thrown off balance. )

                                 [ SCREAM. SCREAM. SCREAMS. ]

           ( He’s lying on the floor, thrashing against the sheets that have encased him, tangled across his body. James is only half-awake. Now, someone’s trying to pull him up, shushing him; but right now, he wants to escape from the claws that tightened around his ankle. )

                                    “Blood. Th— there’s…. bloo..d.”

                           [ THERE IS NO BLOOD. WHERE IS THE BLOOD? ] 

"For gods sake just let me sleep Doctor I'm not as good as you I can't go days without sleeping."

       [ Her grumbling earns her a scowl; but he really should be more considerate. He always forgets that she’s part human. ]

               Well, apologies for being so excited about a potential new planet that I have just discovered, and that I was extremely antsy to share it with my wife. Truly. 





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Anyways, if anyone would like a starter, message me! Eleven has been ansty to interact with some new lovelies. <3

First thing I see when I log on is my favuorite OC and end up squealing. Well. 

Good thing no one’s home. 



           Which nonsense to which are you referring? The way in which you always end up looking like a human child lost in a store, or the same nonsense that made you watch me die after my human wife shot me, instead of doing anything to help?

     [The last memory he really could recall, being the moment in which The Doctor held him as he died, the most he recalled him doing telling others to stay away. The Doctor’s earlier words, however, only sparked a larger anger in the male. The Master was never one to let such an anger dry out.]


            I never stole my TARDIS, what I did was take what was rightfully given to me back, with a force greater than Gallifrey ever knew. Quite frankly, Doctor, soon enough, all of this, and every other universe, will be seeing me as the one leader they should have before. 

  [ Any effort or any good feeling was simply thrown out the door with those statements. He could endure the taunting and the harsh roundabout way the Master rejected him as anything more than a nemesis. But, to say, that the Doctor had allowed his former friend to die, was an utter and complete lie. Wasn’t it he that refused to regenerate? Wasn’t he that upheld himself so proudly and 





        Right when he’d finally thought, that even if they were enemies to one another, there was another Time Lord in the universe. He was not alone in that. ]

           I held you while you in my arms while you struggled to breathe. I pleaded for you to regenerate. We are unlike humans, Master. Did you expect me to perform a surgical operation? Remove the bullet while you could do so yourself by means of the regeneration process? It would be an utter insult to you if I were to try to retrieve your life any other way, if you could do it on your own. So, do not tell me I let you die. You were to proud to live after receiving my forgiveness. To proud and to hateful to travel with me amongst the stars. It would have been a privilege. 

         And, anyway. That was a century ago. Do you not remember coming back? Also, by means of your human wife? Going back to Gallifrey and sacrificing yourself because you had finally opened our eyes to their corruption? We had made amends, I’d like to believe. 

                     Oh, Master. How far you have fallen.

“When I say, “I am a Christian”
I’m not shouting, “I’ve been saved!”
I’m whispering, “I get lost!
That’s why I chose this way”

When I say, “I am a Christian”
I don’t speak with human pride
I’m confessing that I stumble—
Needing God to be my guide

When I say, “I am a Christian”
I’m not trying to be strong
I’m professing that I’m weak
And pray for strength to carry on

When I say, “I am a Christian”
I’m not bragging of success
I’m admitting that I’ve failed
And cannot ever pay the debt

When I say, “I am a Christian”
I don’t think I know it all
I submit to my confusion
Asking humbly to be taught

When I say, “I am a Christian”
I’m not claiming to be perfect
My flaws are all too visible
But God believes I’m worth it

When I say, “I am a Christian”
I still feel the sting of pain
I have my share of heartache,
Which is why I seek His name

When I say, “I am a Christian”
I do not wish to judge
I have no authority…
I only know I’m loved.”

Carol Wimmer (via 4dele)
My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me.
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