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Comm: Muses With Remotes
Prompt: "There are certain people who are not meant to fit in your life, no matter how much you want them to."
Verse: Troubles the Dark
One upon a time, there were two best enemies.
In his home, chaos rests.
Peri thinks he's insane.
"The Master? The same one who destroyed an entire planet so he could be a real boy again? The same one who held me at gunpoint and dragged me around like a rag doll? The same one who used poor Kamelion up until he died?"
He can't begrudge her that.
Erimem thinks he's irresponsible.
"This man is obviously dangerous. Why are you letting him endanger the entire universe when he ought to be dead?"
He can't disagree.
Peri thinks he should burn, and Erimem need only learn a fraction of what he's done for her to concur.
They will content themselves with being wary, because he has asked, and because they trust him.
Because Peri saw his eyes when it happened the first time. Because Erimem has learned the value of mercy.
The Master cannot hurt them, nor anyone else.
For now. He never does stay trapped forever; it's admirable, in a way.
Physically. He knows exactly what to say; he always has.
The Doctor has risked friends and future and freedom (not only his, that would be easier to bear), twisted Time in knots (he can feel it tugging at his mind).
All to save a proud portent of death itself.
All to save the friend he executed.
He'll never find peace this way.
"Am I to be your absolution, my dear Doctor? You should know better."
This isn't how it's meant to work.
"You're not supposed to heal the monsters, Doctor, did you forget?"
This isn't who he's supposed to be.
"The Oncoming Storm, reduced to a keeper. Shall I call you the Jailor now?"
It doesn't matter.
Once upon a time, there were two best friends.
Prompt: "There are certain people who are not meant to fit in your life, no matter how much you want them to."
Verse: Troubles the Dark
One upon a time, there were two best enemies.
In his home, chaos rests.
Peri thinks he's insane.
"The Master? The same one who destroyed an entire planet so he could be a real boy again? The same one who held me at gunpoint and dragged me around like a rag doll? The same one who used poor Kamelion up until he died?"
He can't begrudge her that.
Erimem thinks he's irresponsible.
"This man is obviously dangerous. Why are you letting him endanger the entire universe when he ought to be dead?"
He can't disagree.
Peri thinks he should burn, and Erimem need only learn a fraction of what he's done for her to concur.
They will content themselves with being wary, because he has asked, and because they trust him.
Because Peri saw his eyes when it happened the first time. Because Erimem has learned the value of mercy.
The Master cannot hurt them, nor anyone else.
For now. He never does stay trapped forever; it's admirable, in a way.
Physically. He knows exactly what to say; he always has.
The Doctor has risked friends and future and freedom (not only his, that would be easier to bear), twisted Time in knots (he can feel it tugging at his mind).
All to save a proud portent of death itself.
All to save the friend he executed.
He'll never find peace this way.
"Am I to be your absolution, my dear Doctor? You should know better."
This isn't how it's meant to work.
"You're not supposed to heal the monsters, Doctor, did you forget?"
This isn't who he's supposed to be.
"The Oncoming Storm, reduced to a keeper. Shall I call you the Jailor now?"
It doesn't matter.
Once upon a time, there were two best friends.