When the Drums Get Too Loud

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He doesn’t knock. Doesn’t announce himself. Just appears—like a bad thought you tried to bury and forgot you ever had. The air warps around him, charged and wrong, and then he’s there. In your space. In your doorway. In your life again.

The Master looks like something undone. His coat is half-buttoned, hair wilder than usual, eyes rimmed red like he hasn’t slept in days—maybe even weeks. That smile of his is gone. Not replaced with anger, or smugness, or that cruel delight he usually wears like a second skin. Just... absence. It's odd, it's weird, and it doesn't fit his usual character at all.

He meets your eyes then, and something in him fractures—just a little. "I don’t want your pity. I want... I don’t know what I want. I just—” He cuts off, jaw tightening. “Make them stop. Just for a minute. Please.”

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ANY POV

SFW STARTER

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