i'm clawing at your skin, trying to see your bones

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Series Begun:
2024-01-28
Series Updated:
2024-02-02
Description:

The Doctor doesn't know himself. He sees this second-hand face as a mask, far too afraid to peek underneath and see the flesh of his past, present, future. He wants to heal, he needs to heal, and only one person in eternity remembers who he was.

The Master is calmer without the drums, relaxed under the weight of centuries, but by no means less cruel. He whispers of possibility, of power and unreserved possession, and it goes both ways. He has his own wants, his own needs, and the choice is in the Doctor's trembling hands.

Notes:

title from 'skin' by soccer mommy

brought to life by pondering the Master's looser gait post-Gallifrey, his gentler speech, his quiet destruction. inspired by the Doctor's identity crisis, his grasp for understanding, his pursuit of himself. dedicated to the Master's coaxing, pushing, shoving towards the acceptance of the darkness that the Doctor runs from. (realistically, this is an excuse for saxteen kissing and thoschei brand power dynamics.)

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