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]

"But very wise, at the same time," she said softly.

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

His smile widened, and he inclined his head slightly.

"I am that, on occasion."

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

She arched an eyebrow. "Modest, too."

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

"On occasion," he reiterated, eyes glinting.

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

She smiled a little, ducking her head.

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

His own smile widened, and he pulled his glass back, taking a sip. His fingers never touched the words, the name, never tried to rub it away.

"You should do that more often," he suggested lightly.

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

That got him a sharp look.

"Do what?"

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

"Smile," he said softly. The glass hardly made a sound as he sat it down.

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

She just arched an eyebrow in response.

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

A slight shrug.

"It's a rather lovely smile, if you don't mind my saying."

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

Compliments at least were things she was used to, and she watched him for a moment, then smiled again.


ooc: ok. Her prompt yesterday creeped me out. *curls up on you*

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

A relieved curve of his lips in return, and, an occasion that seemed to grow less and less rare, he struggled for words.

"You'll...well, you'll be able to read those specific letters, for a Time. Not...very useful, I'm afraid."

((Eep. *reads* *posts before finishing reading* Ahem.

Ah. Yes. *snuggles you*))

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

Her smile turned a bit wry. "No, I'd think not, except for relating to you."

((I KNOW. Much eep. *snuggles* *misses having AIM at work. lol))

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

"Not a completely wasted talent, then, I hope?" The words were, in fact, hopeful, lending depth to the faint humour.

((I'm eyeing Five because he doesn't seem overly concerned. *holds and sticks tongue out at work*))

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

"We'll see," she said with a curious tilt of her head.

((*eyes him too* I'm home now? And you flickered on! And then gone....*cries* ))

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He mirrored her actions, lips curving again.

"You won't dissapear on me, then?"

((And I also never got this notif! *also cries* *and sulks*))

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

She watched him for a long moment, then shook her head. "No. I won't disappear."


((*cries* NO! *clings tight to you*))

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

Hopeful amusement became tender gratitude, a subtle shift in his lips, in his eyes.

"Thank you."

((*clings back* *LOTS*))

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

Her eyes narrowed at that, not wanting tenderness, not knowing how to handle it. She just shrugged.


((I wanna go home. *pouts* *is bored* *eyes clock*))

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

He was, slowly, growing used to that reaction; he merely nodded slightly.

"It would leave me rather abandoned if my ship isn't working." Now there, that was a terrifying thought he shouldn't have had, and despite his best efforts it showed on his face.

((*snuggles you* How long d'you have?))

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

Terror was interesting. It caught her attention at least, and she moved closer.

"Would that be so bad? Not the abandoned, because I said I wouldn't. But the ship not working?"

((*snugs* 20 mins now? Am so VERY sick to my stomach. Bad strawberries--I may leave a bit early. And not going running as I think I'd end up WAY too sick))

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

His eyes widened slightly, as if he was bewildered by the very idea.

"I...for me, yes. Never mind that she's more than just a ship, I couldn't just..."

((Ugh. That...that's not fair, strawberries aren't meant to cause pain. *snuggles you lots*))

[alainn-aislinn.livejournal.com]

Another tilt of her head. "Couldn't what?"


((NO. It's not. *winces* At least they don't leave a bad taste in your mouth when you throw them up? I feel human enough to walk home now, but not to work out. *staples you to the internetz*))

[thecricketer.livejournal.com]

A shift on the stool, a clasping of his hands.

"...Stay. In one place. Not for... Not if I couldn't leave."

((...I suppose that is a good side? *hugs you* I hope you feel more and more human and the ickiness goes away. *is stapled*))