The Master (themistermaster) wrote in triangleilogs, @ 2011-05-16 20:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | the master, the tenth doctor |
Who: The Doctor and the Master (closed to these two only)
What: Sharing thoughts
Where: The Doctor's room
When: Right after this exchange
Rating: Whatever discussions of genocide warrant so I'm guessing something pretty high…
The Master swept his laptop off the table and across his room, not getting nearly the satisfaction he was hoping to from the way the screen snapped off its hinges and died with a dull fit. It didn't matter much anyway - he'd fix it later when he was both curious as to what everyone was saying again and bored enough to tinker with it - so after a moment's regard he shoved it from his mind, turning his attention to other, more important things. Namely, The Doctor.
It had been rather reckless of him to let the Doctor goad him into offering to let him hear the drums like that but he'd done it and he couldn't very well back down now - that would be admitting defeat which he hadn't been willing to do even in the face of his second greatest fear, let alone over something like this. Keeping that in mind, he closed his eyes and cast his thoughts out, quickly identifying the supernova that was the Doctor's mind amongst the blurry smudges of the humans around them. He locked on to the other's location and made his way over to what he had to assume was the other's room, barely remembering that the Doctor wouldn't appreciate it if he just shoved his way in and knocking instead. He kept knocking until the Doctor answered, immediately grabbing the other's head and with a snarled, "None of your pets had better be around to see this," banged their foreheads together, his fingers tightly holding the Doctor's head to his as he let the drums thunder through at full force.