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beholdthedrums) wrote2009-12-10 12:07 am
beholdthedrums) wrote2009-12-10 12:07 am
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Music Meme - Song I: Blindness by Metric
I haven't been able to do much writing at all. Fic, roleplaying, anything. Sooo I decided to sorta make my own meme; interpret how you wish if you want to do it, the whole point is just to write.
Rules:
1.) Select songs of your choice.
2.) Write two different fics/drabbles/whatever from each song. Change the lyric, the character, whichever.
3.) …Profit?
Song: Blindness by Metric
Characters: 1 - the Master / 2 - the Doctor
Words: 604
Notes: Second drabble has really slight spoilers for recent episodes.
“I was the one with the world at my feet.”
-Blindness, Metric
Repetition – like a daily routine, like games, like the never-ending drumbeat. Going through the same motions again and again out of familiarity or because maybe he really doesn’t know how to do much else. Refusing to accept change, perhaps. He changes his appearance and his personality between each regeneration, but that’s all. He continues to bring civilizations to their feet, use power and fear and his mind to crumble them and then he waits, because then the Doctor will always show up and ruin it all.
But this is familiar. In a corner of his mind, he knows he could change things so that the Doctor would never come. He could rule a planet, a quadrant of the universe, likely anything of his choosing in any time and easily make sure that the Doctor was never in the picture.
That, however, is wrong. That isn’t how the game works. It’s Cat and Mouse. Without the mouse trying to survive, running for its life from the cat, the cat grows hungry. It lusts for the sport of the hunt because it needs it.
That can’t change.
The Master doesn’t change.
Except he does. He lets it all go out of sheer stubbornness, because he has to be different so that the Doctor can’t claim he knows him.
He had everything; he finally was on top, feeling victorious, a winner. He had Earth quaking below him, terrified of what his next play would be. He even had the Doctor, shriveled up into a pathetic form, finally displaying what he really was.
All gone.
Everything, erased. Familiarity snapping back in place, the universe’s routine. The Doctor – always the Doctor – ruining all his plans, the mouse standing up to the cat.
But the Master doesn’t even blame him, not truly. It’s repetition that he can’t ever seem to turn away from. He may die, yet in his mind he knows that this will not be the last time the game is played.
“I was a blindfold, never complained.”
-Blindness, Metric
He’s done everything for the universe, more than once – and even other universes! Can’t forget about those parallel ones. So, he’s done everything for multiple universes, saving them countless times, giving the people countless opportunities. Some people remember him, some people don’t. Some people have never even spoken to him or acknowledged his work; many hardly ever thank him.
That was okay, before. Before he could quirk the lips skyward and slink back into the TARDIS for another day, off to where the ’verse was in need of a doctor. He was always alright. He was always surviving. He was the last of his kind and he had to keep pushing on as the loneliest being in existence.
He was a fool.
A complete and utter fool. He’s realized this now, come to terms with it, and turned his back on what he once was, even as he feels Time shivering around him. But these are his choices, and Time will just have to buck up and deal with it.
His song is ending. He doesn’t want to die; he’s come to like this regeneration and his overall strands are running short as it is. He’s not ready to just roll over and pass on in peace, another set of memories slipping behind a new persona.
His song is ending but he’s no longer going to be the one no one salutes for his efforts.
He will not be forgotten. The whole of the universe will know him.
He’s the Doctor, and he is no fool.
Rules:
1.) Select songs of your choice.
2.) Write two different fics/drabbles/whatever from each song. Change the lyric, the character, whichever.
3.) …Profit?
Song: Blindness by Metric
Characters: 1 - the Master / 2 - the Doctor
Words: 604
Notes: Second drabble has really slight spoilers for recent episodes.
-Blindness, Metric
Repetition – like a daily routine, like games, like the never-ending drumbeat. Going through the same motions again and again out of familiarity or because maybe he really doesn’t know how to do much else. Refusing to accept change, perhaps. He changes his appearance and his personality between each regeneration, but that’s all. He continues to bring civilizations to their feet, use power and fear and his mind to crumble them and then he waits, because then the Doctor will always show up and ruin it all.
But this is familiar. In a corner of his mind, he knows he could change things so that the Doctor would never come. He could rule a planet, a quadrant of the universe, likely anything of his choosing in any time and easily make sure that the Doctor was never in the picture.
That, however, is wrong. That isn’t how the game works. It’s Cat and Mouse. Without the mouse trying to survive, running for its life from the cat, the cat grows hungry. It lusts for the sport of the hunt because it needs it.
That can’t change.
The Master doesn’t change.
Except he does. He lets it all go out of sheer stubbornness, because he has to be different so that the Doctor can’t claim he knows him.
He had everything; he finally was on top, feeling victorious, a winner. He had Earth quaking below him, terrified of what his next play would be. He even had the Doctor, shriveled up into a pathetic form, finally displaying what he really was.
All gone.
Everything, erased. Familiarity snapping back in place, the universe’s routine. The Doctor – always the Doctor – ruining all his plans, the mouse standing up to the cat.
But the Master doesn’t even blame him, not truly. It’s repetition that he can’t ever seem to turn away from. He may die, yet in his mind he knows that this will not be the last time the game is played.
-Blindness, Metric
He’s done everything for the universe, more than once – and even other universes! Can’t forget about those parallel ones. So, he’s done everything for multiple universes, saving them countless times, giving the people countless opportunities. Some people remember him, some people don’t. Some people have never even spoken to him or acknowledged his work; many hardly ever thank him.
That was okay, before. Before he could quirk the lips skyward and slink back into the TARDIS for another day, off to where the ’verse was in need of a doctor. He was always alright. He was always surviving. He was the last of his kind and he had to keep pushing on as the loneliest being in existence.
He was a fool.
A complete and utter fool. He’s realized this now, come to terms with it, and turned his back on what he once was, even as he feels Time shivering around him. But these are his choices, and Time will just have to buck up and deal with it.
His song is ending. He doesn’t want to die; he’s come to like this regeneration and his overall strands are running short as it is. He’s not ready to just roll over and pass on in peace, another set of memories slipping behind a new persona.
His song is ending but he’s no longer going to be the one no one salutes for his efforts.
He will not be forgotten. The whole of the universe will know him.
He’s the Doctor, and he is no fool.