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scripsiTitle: Sliding Down the Razorblades of Life
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Doctor Who, I just play with them for fun.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: River Song, The Master (Delgado)
Rating: R
Complete: 4/4
Summary: River Song's last term at UniversityAN: Many of my stories get a “soundtrack” when I write them, a certain song that I hear in my head. This fic has “Mastermind” by The Divine Comedy, fittingly enough from an album called Regeneration.
Last chapter. I have enjoyed writing this very much.
Chapter 1, Gossip In the Library
Chapter 2, Mid-Term
Chapter 3, The Still Centre
Chapter 4, The Razorblades of Life
“Nervous of the graduation ceremony?”
“A little. It seems a bit strange that I have managed to get to the end of it.”
“You have worked hard for it and the doctorate is well earned.”
“Yes, yes, I know.” River fidgeted a little, checking the mirror once again to make sure everything was in place, especially the heavy flower garland she wore as an indication to her new status. “You will come?”
“Of course. But I will leave tonight, I have already lingered here much longer than I intended.”
“Can I see you before you go? One last time?”
“If you wish.”
Despite his words the Master didn’t return to his rooms after the ceremony. Instead he went to a shady corner of the university yard, almost invisible in the darkness by the low-hanging branches of a tree. He waited there patiently until he could hear River’s voice floating toward him as she bid her friends good night and then he could see her quite clearly as she passed a lamp. She looked happy, almost dancing over the grass, but then she stepped into darkness again and the he heard her cry out as the Church of the Silence descended on her. When the anguished scream was cut short the Master made an involuntary move to come to her aid, but then he shrank back into the shadows instead. He waited until her captors had vanished with River and then he went to the place of the struggle. The flowers she had worn around her head lay scattered on the ground and he picked up one. It was so badly crushed it fell apart in his hand and he stared at the petals for some time. Then he let them fall again and he too went into the darkness and disappeared.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from Doctor Who, I just play with them for fun.
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: River Song, The Master (Delgado)
Rating: R
Complete: 4/4
Summary: River Song's last term at UniversityAN: Many of my stories get a “soundtrack” when I write them, a certain song that I hear in my head. This fic has “Mastermind” by The Divine Comedy, fittingly enough from an album called Regeneration.
Last chapter. I have enjoyed writing this very much.
Chapter 1, Gossip In the Library
Chapter 2, Mid-Term
Chapter 3, The Still Centre
Chapter 4, The Razorblades of Life
“Nervous of the graduation ceremony?”
“A little. It seems a bit strange that I have managed to get to the end of it.”
“You have worked hard for it and the doctorate is well earned.”
“Yes, yes, I know.” River fidgeted a little, checking the mirror once again to make sure everything was in place, especially the heavy flower garland she wore as an indication to her new status. “You will come?”
“Of course. But I will leave tonight, I have already lingered here much longer than I intended.”
“Can I see you before you go? One last time?”
“If you wish.”
Despite his words the Master didn’t return to his rooms after the ceremony. Instead he went to a shady corner of the university yard, almost invisible in the darkness by the low-hanging branches of a tree. He waited there patiently until he could hear River’s voice floating toward him as she bid her friends good night and then he could see her quite clearly as she passed a lamp. She looked happy, almost dancing over the grass, but then she stepped into darkness again and the he heard her cry out as the Church of the Silence descended on her. When the anguished scream was cut short the Master made an involuntary move to come to her aid, but then he shrank back into the shadows instead. He waited until her captors had vanished with River and then he went to the place of the struggle. The flowers she had worn around her head lay scattered on the ground and he picked up one. It was so badly crushed it fell apart in his hand and he stared at the petals for some time. Then he let them fall again and he too went into the darkness and disappeared.
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Date: 2015-01-28 12:34 pm (UTC)Aw, I felt just a smidge of sympathy for the Master here, when he made as if to rescue her. Then he just slunk back into the shadows and left. Oh well...
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