The Master (callmemaster) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2016-12-22 11:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *jen, the master |
The lights and the warmth of the capital lobby continued to try and lure him inside, but the Master stubbornly refused. They were all in there celebrating with each other. No doubt clinking glasses and saying cheers to each other while trying to forget about the battle that had just happened recently. Idiots... battles weren't the same as a war, it was just one incident and there was no doubt in his mind that there would be many more to come. He sighed and watched as his breath became visible in the frigid night air. It was ridiculously dark tonight, but it helped to ensure that no one would bother him. It was unlikely that anyone would be looking for him anyways. The Doctor might at some point, but the Master just assumed that his fellow Time Lord was busy with his annoying little humans. Closing his eyes, the Master stood silently in the darkness as the cold breeze ruffled his short hair and he just listened to the silence.
That was an oddity in itself: silence. With the work Jean had been doing with him, the constant drumbeat that he'd endured since childhood was now completely gone. The problem was that now he felt a sense of loss and it scared him at times to know it was gone. While it had driven him more insane with each regeneration, it had also been a constant in his life. No matter what, it had always been there with him. But now what? What would he become now without it? Despite all of his bravado and his superiority complex towards those around him, the Master was scared. As he turned to leave, an image appeared in his hand informing him that he had a gift, and its location. A gift... for him? But why and from who? It didn't make any sense and it confused him. When the black leather jacket appeared in his hands, the Master smiled faintly and looked up at the sky. "Cheers," he whispered. |