Like fire! Hellfire! [this fire in my skin]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[the Master skids to a halt when he appears on the Astral Plane, having apparently come in running. He immediately straightens out his clothing before addressing the Plane]

Right, so! Pompeii: very lacking in Super Soaker outlets. Anyone have a water gun handy?

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[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[looks completely stunned, startled, and somewhat horrified for a long moment]

That's not funny.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Really? I think it's hilarious.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

[rolls his eyes, this is ridiculous]

You don't know how to love anything.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Does it comfort you to think that?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

I think it's comforting to know you only say things like that because you enjoy hurting me. Makes you around 75.6% less likely to hurt with those words.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

You say I don't know how to love, but you're the one who's not any good at it. You're too afraid. After all, that which you love always withers and dies, and it hurts you. So you choose to love, quietly, in the darkest and furthest corners of loneliness, where you can see only a hint of light from those loves that burn brightly. You think that, if you do not admit the love is there, the loss of love will be less.

But it isn't. It just makes it easier for you to hide it, and means that they never know what you felt. Not very nice, is it?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Where you just hurt the things you love.

[cynical laugh]

Quite a pair we are.

[only, not]

It's the same for him, right? The other me? Easier to hurt him cause he doesn't have anywhere to run to afterwards.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Are you worried about him? That's so sweet.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Well, he is me. I'm worried about myself. Ought to be, I think.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

The way you act, I always doubt it. Suicidal streak a light year wide, it's actually a bit frightening, how much self-destruction one man can contain.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You're the one who died to get a one-up on me.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

But I haven't waved my arms around in front of Daleks asking them to kill me.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Who says I wasn't bluffing?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

I do. And - what was that you said to me? Oh, yes. I know you.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

So riddle me this, Master. If I'm so ultimately pathetic, why would you love me?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[with a 'heartfelt' sigh] Love is blindness, Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Or stupidity.

[what does that say about the Doctor?]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Doctor, you just called yourself an idiot.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Actually, I called you an idiot. Last time I checked I've never said I loved you.

[in a language you could understand, that is]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

What was the last time you told anyone you loved them?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

J.K. Rowling as she signed my copy of Half Blood Prince. True love lasts forever.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Cowardly as always, Doctor.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Oi, I thought it was very brave of me. She's a hero of mine.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Your other self showed me, once. We were arguing, and he shoved everything he felt about me into my mind.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but he's been stuck with you all this time. 'Course he's going to start caring. You died in order to hurt me in my universe. Oh, right, and now you're mocking me.