The Drums of War
March 24th, 2010 
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Name: The Master
When Anger Shows by Editors
It creeps all over you like a dull ache - think of all the things your hands could make. It pulls you to the ground, like soaking wet gloves, the change in your face when anger shows. In that moment you realize that something you thought would always be there will die... like everything else. These thoughts I must not think of, dreams I can't make sense of, I need you to tell me it's OK. These thoughts I must not think of, dreams I can't make sense of, I need you to tell me it's OK...
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12:51 am - FIC: Descent
beholdthedrums: [Saxon] (A botched resurrection)
Character(s): The Master and The Doctor
Summary: Hell is descending.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 1,316
Warnings: I'm sorry Wilf D: I really do love you, but D: Spoilers for End of Time.

So I really just wanted to play a bit with the horrors the Doctor was talking about from the Time War. Although I've really only got the Nightmare Child figured out, since I had done that for Shades of Three. And then I got lazy so I'll probably touch on other things at some point.

Takes place during part 2 of EoT, before the Doctor gets back to his feet in the mansion.

( It’s a similar kind of moment to his failed resurrection. His breathing is irregular and there’s energy coursing around them, suffocating and latching to the drumming in his head and amplifying with each beat. The fear is similar to before, so open and impossible to push under walls and wrap himself up tight. Everything has gone wrong these past few days. This instant is the first time since his return to the universe that he doesn’t notice his insatiable hunger. )
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