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The Doctor | Doctor Who ([personal profile] thecricketer) wrote2007-05-05 06:58 pm
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What type of Fae are you?

Quite accurate, I think, perhaps more than I'd like. I'd hardly call myself possesive, however. Protective, perhaps.

[identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com 2007-05-05 11:23 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know, Doctor. At times I think you might just be rather possessive.

In a good way of course.

[identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com 2007-05-05 11:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Not letting your companions in harm's way at times? I understand that on some level you are trying to protect us, but really, we have our own lives to live. And we're more than capable of taking care of ourselves.

You just don't want to deal wtih losing us in any way, even leaving. You won't allow for that loss to affect you. And I do find that rather possessive.

[identity profile] thecricketer.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 12:12 am (UTC)(link)
I believe that falls under 'protective'. I'll admit I can be a bit unreasonable about it, even zealous on occasion.

I know how to let people go, Sarah. I'm simply reluctant to say goodbye to those I love forever.

[identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
You try being the one under your thumb then. Unreasonable? Hah!

I don't quite believe that one either.

[identity profile] thecricketer.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
...Am I that bad, really?

Odd, then, considering how many times I've had to say it.

[identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 12:22 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, you can be very much so.

I thought you were the Timelord that walks in the sands of eternity. I don't understand why you're so reluctant, at the very least. I'd think you'd be used to it. But you're not. You really never are, are you?

[identity profile] thecricketer.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
...Right, well, I'll attempt to restrain myself.

One never grows used to losing friends, Sarah, no matter how often it occurs. The best I've learned to do is hope that they go on happily without me, and I move on.

[identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Do you really think we're capable of that, Doctor? You come in and change our lives so drastically that it's hard to go back to anything remotely mundane after travelling with you.

[identity profile] thecricketer.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 12:34 am (UTC)(link)
It's usually my companions who choose to leave, and I suppose I believe they've a reason for it. Another life to lead, different but no less meaningful.

[identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 12:37 am (UTC)(link)
And what if we don't want to leave?

[identity profile] thecricketer.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 12:50 am (UTC)(link)
...Sometimes there is no choice.

[identity profile] thecricketer.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
Sometimes your safety must take priority.

[identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 01:21 am (UTC)(link)
*rolls eyes*

*sarcastically* Oh, of course.

[identity profile] thecricketer.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
*sighs, closing his eyes for a moment* Sarah, I...

[identity profile] thecricketer.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 01:38 am (UTC)(link)
*softly* Everyone leaves, in the end. I never want it, truly, but that's the way things are. They way they must be.

[identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I don't like it. I don't like it at all.

[identity profile] thecricketer.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
*softly* I know. *moves to take her hand* I'm sorry.

[identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
*holds his hand tightly in hers* Oh, it isn't your fault. I could have easily said no the time you asked me to go to Florana.

Or after you regenerated.

Or any countless number of times.

[identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
*smiles softly* Oh, me too. I'll never regret it.

[identity profile] thecricketer.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 02:39 am (UTC)(link)
*smiles back* *quietly* We can always cherish our memories.

[identity profile] his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
It is the only thing that lasts forever, after all.

[identity profile] trion-exile.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 01:25 am (UTC)(link)
Apparently I'm a changeling. *eye roll* Yours seems more accurate. *smirk* And proves me right-- You are lost, hah.

[identity profile] thecricketer.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 01:35 am (UTC)(link)
I'd have to see yours to know for sure.

*smiles brightly* Not all who wander are lost, and not all memes know exactly what they're on about.

[identity profile] trion-exile.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Ta-da:

Image
(http://onnachance.com/quiz/fae.htm)

What type of Fae are you? (http://onnachance.com/quiz/fae.htm)

[identity profile] thecricketer.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
...I think it's quite close, actually, and I've certainly seen that expression on you before.

[identity profile] trion-exile.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
Unstable? Creative? Depressed? Reallu now, Doctor.

[identity profile] thecricketer.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
I've seen your sketches, and you do sulk quite well at the very least.

[identity profile] trion-exile.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 01:57 am (UTC)(link)
What about my sketches? Yes, well. Practice.

[identity profile] thecricketer.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
I think that counts for creativity. You're an artist.

*chuckles* Yes, it's a honed skill, I'm sure.

[identity profile] trion-exile.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
I draw landscapes and portraits. I don't make any of it up. I see and I draw.

Oh, quite. I can do so on command by now.

[identity profile] thecricketer.livejournal.com 2007-05-06 02:12 am (UTC)(link)
You're still creating something.

*raises eyebrows, lips quirking* Sulk.