|A painting done for my Design class in high school. Inspired by "The Da Vinci Code" and my AP European History class.|
Tempera paint on 8x12inch paper.
DW: Skinny JeansDW: Skinny Jeans by dragontamer363
The Master stood on one of the upper levels of the new TARDIS control room, watching the Doctor work.
New TARDIS, New Regeneration. Why, he showed up once again and everything immediately descended into chaos for his old frenemy. That was rather gratifying.
He had to admit that he liked the new coppery TARDIS. It reminded him of the womblike glow it had emitted when he'd cannibalised it into the paradox machine. So much raw power. right at his fingertips. He ran his fingers over the smooth arch of the control room ribs up here, and an ache of jealousy settled in his stomach. He missed his TARDIS. he wanted one. So badly. SO badly.
But....well, the Doctor had saved him from becoming a lost soul in the void of time. he had promised to help him deal with his drums, and for once the Master was willing to compromise and see where it left him.
After all, he had nowhere else to go. Maybe he'd like it here for a while.
He looked casually over as the Doctor bent over the controls, the black fab