Mirrors - AU RP for alainn_aislinn

[thecricketer]

The Doctor is fairly certain he is going to crash.

He is, honestly, more worried about his ship than himself, and desperately tries to steady her as they rip through Time and Space and something else entirely, something he can't quite discern. Her distress pricks his mind like needles, and his fingers are going numb on the controls.

Eventually he realises that he's done all he can, and simply holds on.

When he opens his eyes he's still more or less upright, and those his swiftly beating hearts echo the state of the TARDIS, she is undamaged. With a quiet sight of relief he straightens, and crosses over to the doors.

He isn't sure where he is, and there's really only one way to find out.

Well. One proper way.

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[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

"Probably, but nothing so much he won't blame it on a brilliant performance." And truly, it was brilliant, with her help.


((OMG, There were fits thrown last night. Fits.))

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He nodded, focusing on the man - young, and talented, and so much more for a while. He had to admit, he wondered how that must feel.

"It was at that," he murmured.

((Five was very stormy. Oncoming Stormy.))

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

She glanced at him and smiled a small smile.

"That's what I do. Didn't you know?"

((*pets him* Indeed. I'm all sporadic today and going to see a play in Reno but will try to be on AIM at some point))

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

"I did, but I've never seen you do it before," he said softly, turning to her.

"Thank you. For letting me."

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

The thanks was disconcerting, making her frown at him a little in confusion.

"You're welcome."

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He offered a warm smile in return - small, but sincere.

((*nods* Hopefully it lets me stay on. If we don't - I hope the play is lovely :) ))

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

Aislinn looked at him, even more confused.

((home now. hopefully you're on. going to brush teeth andn all that and then hop on.))

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He canted his head, eyes widening in silent question.

((Hooray! Welcome home. *snugs* I am.))

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

She scowled and glanced away.

((*pokes at AIM* but now you're not!! Come back!! *cries*))

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He did reach out then, his hand barely brushing hers as he spoke, softly.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to be aggravating."

((*is back* *and will stay that way* *or will sic Peri on Comcast*))

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

"I have a feeling it's a rather usual state for you," she said dryly.

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He shrugged, raising a hand to comb through his hair.

"I've been told I can be frustrating."

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

"I have absolutely no doubt of that," she said with a straight face.

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

"Yes, well." His lips quirked, and he shook his head.

"I hope I'm not entirely horrible."

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

She looked him over, eyes unreadable. "I haven't decided yet."

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

"Do let me know when you do," the Doctor replied softly, slipping his hands into his pockets. It was a familiar gesture in a world that wasn't truly familiar at all.

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

She frowned slightly, completely unsure of what to make of him.

"Do you want a drink?"

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He was smiling again, grateful and light.

"Certainly. Lead the way?"

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

She shifted toward the bar, watching the crowd part out of her way with a small smile. Speaking softly to the bartender, she procured them two pints of Guinness, handing him his with an almost expectant look.

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

"Thank you." He sipped, eyes widening slightly at the taste. He hadn't remembered it tasting like that.

Perhaps he should drink more.

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome." She looked amused again, flashing someone a smile enough to get him to get off his barstool so she could perch on it, sipping her beer.


ooc: *curls up on you*

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He chuckled softly.

"You're very persuasive," he said, taking another sip. There was, after all, only one way to grow used to the taste after...oh, who knew how many decades, centuries.

It would never be his favourite drink, but it wasn't...unpleasant. He might even allow the alcohol to affect him.

((*holds and snuggles* How are you?))

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

She arched an eyebrow at that. "You have no idea...." She got the feeling this other her hadn't shown him much of what she could do.

Stupid girl.

((Meh. Having a depressed day and trying to convince self not to just delete journals? It's been an urge for a few weeks now. I thought I was over it.))

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

"Not very much, no," he admitted, and his lips quirked slightly.

"Hmm, I'm not very likely to admit that, usually."

((*hugs you* All of them? Some? I can give you tons of reasons not to either way.))

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

Aislinn laughed. "Is that a point in my favor?"

((All of them. Some of them. Maybe just pull from comms and leave them to languish. Maybe just hiatus. Maybe delete them and run away. Meh. I don't know. I never used to have these urges. Still probably part of the sick))