#bravedstars

[sclfmastery]

"Right, never getting you any sort of curry again. Might stick to something less... hot?"

The Master’s still sitting in Yasmin’s parked car, passenger side, still holding a mostly finished carton of milk, sporting, yes, absurdity, a milk mustache over his beard stubble, with his shirt unbuttoned halfway to his navel.

He says nothing for a morose thirty or so seconds, jaw jutting, glowering out at the evening traffic zipping by the parked vehicle.

    “ …  I was just trying to impress you,” he confesses at last, in the sulkiest, brattiest voice imaginable.

Proving beyond the shadow of a doubt that Time Lords may be ingenious, but they are rarely wise. 

[sclfmastery]

@bravedstars​

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The Master stands before Yasmin for an inexplicably silent few seconds, then sort of shudders bodily, dancing sharply once from foot to foot: as though to steel himself. 

      “ . . . hmnnnn, alright.  I’ve a question for you.” 

     “Don’t laugh. The Doctor would laugh, but don’t laugh.  So it seems last regen around, I chose a face who’s a . . . . how does your kind put it . . . .’P. O. C.’”

He makes air quotes at her, somewhat obnoxiously. It’s all bravado; he feels stupid, and scared. 

    “I learned that all too well during my seven decades in your twentieth century.  And I learned how to, ah, anticipate droves of microaggressive shittiness.  But it seems people think I’m Anglo-Indian most of the time. Like you.”  

He shifts weight a second time.  

    “So I was just. Wondering.  Is there like a . . . a crash course in being Anglo-Indian?  Are there . . . . like . . . . best ways to . . . make tikka masala and . . . . celebrate Holi and Diwali?  And best Bollywood films . . . . I’m being ignorant already, don’t laugh . . . just.”  

He bites his bottom lip.

    “I think I’m stuck here for a bit, so.  Help?”  

[isbrilliant]

sometimes absence is more powerful than presence.

"you don't have to tell me twice."

really. she doesn't. she has spent fifteen years living with an absence she couldn't name, haunted by someone she had no memory of. love leaves an impression, though. a muscle memory. looking to the left to see someone not there that you don't remember.

"but i don't agree," she adds. "absence is powerful, but only in the way it hurts. i think presence is more powerful because of the love."

[twcntythree]

@bravedstars

' WHY here ', he'd wondered, and ' why n o w ? ' the tardis mucking about and sending him somwhere far, far away from his intended destination was by no means anything new. ( one of her moods, he had supected ) but why here - SHEFFIELD. of all places. 2022. of all times. the doctor had made sure to throw the center console a dirty look before walking out -

- and right into the hornet's nest, huh ! he barely has the mind to duck behind a corner, grips onto the wall for dear life. laughter echoes through his head, his vision seems to blur - a parade of memories, in the form of faces he'd long thought l o s t to the void. his about to run out of oxygen soon, he's sure, but the doctor can't help but hold his breath. ACE, DAN, MELANIE, GRAHAM. like ghosts they seem to float as they exit the building together. back pressed against the wall he has to turn away, BREATHE. there's an ache in both his hearts now, a sharp pang. but maybe ... one more look ? and then he goes. he h a s to. but just one more ? see if the coast is clear ? - bad choice.

or the best choice, he can't tell. the pain turns bittersweet, now here's a face he's worked HARD to not entertain the thought of.

" .... Y A Z ? "

[timedthirteen]

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" i pay attention to things that most people ignore. " they sat side-by-side at the edge of her tardis, feet hanging off in a remote sea of space [ a time-honoured right of passage for any new traveller ] , looking out at what amounted to a great black nothing. soon, very soon, stars would begin to blink into existence all around them. " the unsung heroes of this universe, the bits that make it all go ... that's the real beauty. oh, sure, you've got your spa planets, your gilded cities, but this ... this is what it's all about. "

* spotify wrapped meme - all-american bitch, olivia rodrigo.

[timedthirteen]

it doesn't hurt… well. it hurts a little bit now.

perched atop the very edge of her tardis' centre console, the doctor turned yaz's hand over in hers, examining the injury with deft fingers - engineer's fingers, scientist's fingers, but the irony always came in how inexpert she was in traditional matters of medicine. she'd tutored under lister for an odd year or two, ages ago now, had a basic understanding of most problems and their rudimentary fixes, but she absolutely paled to someone like martha jones. [ oh, how she missed martha. just the other day they'd had a brush with the judoon; what a flood of memories that had been. focus, doctor. ]

" doesn't look too bad, " she said, releasing @bravedstars to rummage in her pockets. " just a sprain. nothing the sonic can't fix! how'd you get this, anyway? "

[seriouslyaliens]

@bravedstars​:  ❰❰ LEAN ❱❱   sender leans against receiver. ↳ memes / accepting!

        It had been a long, hard day’s adventuring for them. Almost enough to distract the Doctor from the hole left behind where Ryan and Graham had been. A few times they’d turned to delegate tasks only to realize all over again they were two short. It was a raw, echoing feeling, whenever a companion left, but deep down they knew it was better this way. Better for them to choose than to have the choice taken from them. Best if they walked away while they still had a chance. 

        The Doctor sat in the TARDIS’s open doors, legs dangling, watching the twin suns of the planet they’d just helped save rise over the planet’s summit. Yaz joined them quietly, leaning her shoulder against their arm. The Doctor cast her a weary smile. “Almost didn’t miss them today,” they said, trusting Yaz would know who they mean. “Maybe tomorrow.” 

[seriouslyaliens]

@bravedstars​: i can’t have you gone. i need you here.

       “Oh, Yaz... You’ve never needed me. You’ve always been brilliant all on your own.” They put a hand on her shoulder. “You’ll still be brilliant without me, when I’m gone.”