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Post by Seren Ash on Aug 20, 2011 0:02:27 GMT -5
Libby watched him, wondering what he could possibly have in mind. Her eyes widened as she tilted her head to the side. He was talking, it was quite obvious where he was going with this. The grin on her fathers face, and then the look that Thete threw her way. She gripped his hand and ran with him, the laugh leaving her as the wind grabbed at her hair and the dress. It snapped all across her dress, causing a bit of drag.
She smiled at him as she pushed herself to get ahead of him. A small grin passing over her features as she arched a brow towards him. Her grin was brighter now as she extended her fingers out for a moment and gave his hand a sharp squeeze. She wondered where they would be going, what they would be doing. With Thete it was always hard to tell what he was going to do next.
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Post by The First Doctor on Aug 20, 2011 10:42:10 GMT -5
They ran.
Laughing with sheer delight until he couldn't laugh and run, and then running until he couldn't breathe to run any longer - which was an impressive amount of time by human standards, but not so much by the standards of Gallifrey. He was a hybrid, after all, and he hadn't been born with the dual circulatory system and respiratory bypass that Gallifreyans took for granted.
He had been assured that he would develop those as he regenerated, by his third incarnation. But that didn't help right now.
Finally, gasping for breath, his steps faltered. He leaned against a wall, trying to breathe and laugh at the same time. "That..." he wheezed out, "that... was great!"
Idly, he observed that Libby was nowhere as winded as he was. Still, she was breathing deeply, and that did distracting things to her chest...
"I," he gasped, "I don't think... I don't think I really surprised... your parents. But the looks... the looks we got from... the crowd."
He straightened up and leaned his head against the wall. "Those were priceless."
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Post by Seren Ash on Aug 20, 2011 12:39:44 GMT -5
Libby ran with him, running and laughing. The pleasure of the moment, was the most beautiful experience was here with him. A sigh of delight rushed from her as she raced away with him. When he finally stopped, so did she. Her eyes closed as her head hit the wall, panting for breath in long dragging breaths. She wasn't paying too much attention to Thete just yet.
Then her head turned, and she smiled up at him. A soft shiver passing through her as she tilted her head up towards him and rubbed her cheek on his shoulder. "It was bloody priceless, my parents expected it. Guess I am their daughter, but the others in the courtyard... Ohhh that'll teach them to think they can take my Thete." She said passionately as she blushed darkly.
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Post by The First Doctor on Aug 20, 2011 20:23:59 GMT -5
A soft shiver passing through her as she tilted her head up towards him and rubbed her cheek on his shoulder. "It was bloody priceless, my parents expected it. Guess I am their daughter, but the others in the courtyard... Ohhh that'll teach them to think they can take my Thete." She said passionately as she blushed darkly.
"I'm not... going... anywhere," he gasped out, wrapping his arms around her. "Ever." His breathing began to slow, but he was still winded. "Especially not right now," he said, aware of the ache in his lungs and his legs.
He looked at the skyline and got his bearings. "We made pretty good time, though. We're within the precincts of Lungbarrow." He kissed her lightly, seemed to come to a decision, and kissed her again. Rather more thoroughly, this time. Then he leaned his forehead against hers.
"My original plan for today," he said with a smile, "Before I got caught up in a formal invitation, was a picnic. We've still got time." It was half a question. "What do you think? Shall we have a little adventure, and leave the Citadel?"
His grin was rakish, but the question was serious.
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Post by Seren Ash on Aug 21, 2011 5:48:21 GMT -5
Libby ran her fingers through his hair, as his arm wrapped around her. She cupped his cheeks, and smiled at him as his forehead rested on hers. She released a long sigh as his lips landed on hers again. But then she pouted as he pulled away. She wasn't pouting for long, for his lips were back on hers with a fervor. "mmnnn, delicious." She found herself saying, then she found herself blushing again at her audacity.
"Mmm a picnic? That's so romantic Thete..." She said with a small smile. She reached up and slowly pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear, and grinned at him. "Alright, I'd love to go on a picnic with you. Where will we be going? We have a whole universe. I've got the keys to my parents TARDIS." She said with a twinkle in her eyes. It was well known at school that she was one of the few people in their age group, trusted behind a TARDIS.
But why not? She was the Archivist, the greatest and brightest light of knowledge. The Specialist had been talking about keeping her as her personal pupil. Been talking about it, but the Archivist was also quite busy with a lot of the children.
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Post by The First Doctor on Aug 21, 2011 9:10:54 GMT -5
"Mmm a picnic? That's so romantic Thete..." She said with a small smile. She reached up and slowly pushed a piece of her hair behind her ear, and grinned at him. "Alright, I'd love to go on a picnic with you. Where will we be going? We have a whole universe. I've got the keys to my parents TARDIS." She said with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Tempting..." he said, "tempting. But I've got something else in mind. A view few Time Lords have ever bothered to have."
Reluctantly, he released her from his arms. Taking her hand, he gestured for her to follow. "C'mon," he said, "let me explain what I'm thinking."
There were far fewer people along this side street. It wasn't empty mind you, far from it. But it wasn't the same heavily-traveled thoroughfare that the Royal Road was.
"I love your idea," he continued, "but I wanted to show you something special. A place I usually only go by myself."
He released her hand, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. An elderly-looking Time Lord looked scandalized as he passed them. Thete gave him a jaunty wave, too joyful to be concerned.
"There's an access port outside the dome," he said. "It's almost never used, except by the Chancellary Guard when they're rousting the Shobogans." There was a hardness to his voice when he said, a quick anger that faded rapidly. "Once you get through that, it's about a ninety kilometer run - practically in a straight line - to the highest of the foothills before you get up into the Mountain of Solitude."
He paused for a moment, considered the cross street they were approaching, and turned right.
"You can see the whole valley from there. The Citadel looks like a pearl resting in a sea of crimson velvet, with silver sparks." He paused, and smiled at her. "That's what I want to show you."
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Post by Seren Ash on Aug 21, 2011 13:50:08 GMT -5
Libby listened to him, as they walked. She laced her fingers with his, and leaned in against him. Her head was resting on her shoulder, a soft sigh playing over her lips as she smiled at him brightly. She really really loved him. She loved him more then anything in the world. "Can I share something with you first? It's almost time for it to close." She said as she stepped to the side a little. "I promise, you'll love it." She said with her eyes sparkling. They were sparkling with mischief.
She loved him, and knew how much he loved these. She was going to show him the small collection of old ones, that no one used anymore. She was practically showing him exactly what he needed to do. She was going to be leading him on to his path, just like the knowledge had told her too, just like The Specialist had said to. That woman was promising her happiness, and she was more then willing to do as she asked.
Just makes sure when it comes to that last moment, where he has to make the choice of Fight or Flight, he needs to pick Fight.
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Post by The First Doctor on Aug 21, 2011 20:59:10 GMT -5
"Can I share something with you first? It's almost time for it to close." She said as she stepped to the side a little. "I promise, you'll love it." She said with her eyes sparkling. They were sparkling with mischief.
Now, how could he possibly deny that? "Of course. Lead on!"
He took her hand, and followed where she led.
(Lame and short, yes. I wasn't sure what else to pack in.)
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Post by Seren Ash on Aug 21, 2011 21:12:49 GMT -5
Libby didn't run, but she did walk quickly. She was shorter then him, but she had long legs. Long rather pretty legs, that were kept in shape from all the wandering of the Archives and Libraries that she did. Then there was all the walking she did at home, and at school. She was rather fit. She stopped outside of the doors of the place, her eyes closing as she took a long breath. She smiled at him and pushed open the door. "Heya! Just bringing in ... my boyfriend. Like I said I would." She said to the guard as she smiled and waved.
"This is the Museum, that my parents put the past TARDIS models. I wanted to... I wanted to show you them. I wanted to show you them, so that you could... perhaps... I mean what I want to say is... so you could steal one. So you could - be free." She said as she turned to him, her lips quirked in a smile. Her cheeks flared with color, but she watched him with a quiet pain rushing through her. She loved him, but she wanted to make sure he had the freedom to travel that way he dreamed.
The Council had already denied requests from most of the class, especially those that seemed drawn to each other. She shook her head a little and walked over to one of the models, she opened the door and slipped in. "Come on..."S he whispered as she stepped into the machine, looking around and patting the side of the box. "Hello Ol'Girl, I've brought a friend... treat - treat him right."
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Post by The First Doctor on Aug 21, 2011 22:11:08 GMT -5
They paused in front of an old building. Thete, who thought he had explored the Precincts of Lungbarrow fairly thoroughly, was surprised that he didn't recognize it.
Libby pushed open the door, leading him inside. "Heya! Just bringing in ... my boyfriend. Like I said I would." She said to the guard as she smiled and waved.
"Boyfriend," he echoed to her. "I think I like the sound of that." He caught her around the waist and pulled her back against him. "Girlfriend," he whispered in her ear.
"This is the Museum, that my parents put the past TARDIS models.
"Really?" That caught his attention. Now he was looking with interest at the rows of polyhedral solids.
"I wanted to... I wanted to show you them. I wanted to show you them, so that you could... perhaps... I mean what I want to say is... so you could steal one. So you could - be free." She said as she turned to him, her lips quirked in a smile.
"Steal one?" he asked in surprise. "You mean, like, right now?"
Her cheeks flared with color, but she watched him with a quiet pain rushing through her. She loved him, but she wanted to make sure he had the freedom to travel that way he dreamed.
He wasn't a strong telepath - another problem with his hybrid (half-breed) heritage - but he could still pick up surface emotions, particularly when in contact with someone. Most Galifreyans could. That was one of the reasons that casual physical contact was discouraged.
It had also made the afternoon much more interesting, but that wasn't the point at hand. He could feel her, wanting him to be free. To travel. To explore. To see what lay out there, beyond the confines of the stratified society he loathed.
He held her close. "No need to steal anything, Libby. When it's time, when we're ready, we'll find one that suits us. And then we'll go." His words were distant, dreamy. "We'll see all sorts of things, Libby. Ghosts from the past. Aliens from the future. Worlds dying in balls of flame."
He looked deep into her eyes, eager for the time to pass, for the time to come. "I doubt it'll be quiet, and it probably won't be safe, and it probably won't be calm. But we'll be there together, on the trip of a lifetime!"
The Council had already denied requests from most of the class, especially those that seemed drawn to each other. She shook her head a little and walked over to one of the models, she opened the door and slipped in. "Come on..."S he whispered as she stepped into the machine, looking around and patting the side of the box. "Hello Ol'Girl, I've brought a friend... treat - treat him right."
His breath caught, and he looked around the grey-tiled room in wonder. Without realizing it, he released her hand to run his fingers over the console, lightly brushing the controls. "This..." he said, awe in his voice, "This is a Type 40. They don't grown them like this, not anymore."
He spun, and caught Libby's hands. "It's amazing! It's one of the last of the general purpose models. Your House grew something like a thousand of them, more than ten thousand years ago, and there's only what, twelve of them left?"
Thete looked like a kid in a candy store, trying to take in all the details at once. "Twelve of them, and I actually get to see one!"
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Post by Seren Ash on Aug 22, 2011 4:31:47 GMT -5
Libby stepped back, her hands folded behind her back. She was happy to be held by him, but she knew her heart wanted him to be where he wanted to be. She wanted to be with him, but she wasn't sure if she could stay away from her books for that long. She hung back, and smiled, as she reached into the pocket of her dress. Fingering the key that her parents had give her. This was what she was supposed to do. She was supposed to do exactly as her parents asked, and give him the freedom and the ability to face anything that would come.
"Yes, it's a Type 40." She said as she walked up next to him, kissing him lightly on the cheek and resting her head on his shoulder. Her eyes closing as she rested there with him, smiling as she listened to him ramble about the make and model, and the history behind him. "mmhmmm." She said with a small smile. She fingered the key again, and slipped if from her hand into his hand, sliding her fingers around his and squeezing them. "It's yours Thete, it always has been. She's been waiting for the right person." She said as she stared at the TARDIS' control module.
"She flies well, a little rickety and has some issues with her Chameleon circuit sometimes, but she's a beaut, and she loves flying. Mom and dad took her out a few times, but she's been sitting here for awhile. I learned how to fly in her first, and then mother and father moved me on to more advanced modules. But I always liked the 40. " She said as she kept her head on his shoulder. "Is'nt she beautiful?" She whispered.
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Post by The First Doctor on Aug 22, 2011 7:41:54 GMT -5
Libby slipped something into his hand. Curious, he looked at it. It was small, and silver, and shaped something like an arrowhead and something like an ankh. He just had a glimpse, as she slid her fingers over his and squeezed them shut.
"It's yours Thete, it always has been. She's been waiting for the right person." She said as she stared at the TARDIS' control module.
He shivered at the words and at their implications. "Mine?" he whispered.
"She flies well, a little rickety and has some issues with her Chameleon circuit sometimes, but she's a beaut, and she loves flying. Mom and dad took her out a few times, but she's been sitting here for awhile. I learned how to fly in her first, and then mother and father moved me on to more advanced modules. But I always liked the 40. " She said as she kept her head on his shoulder. "Is'nt she beautiful?" She whispered.
"She is," he said in hushed tones, not sure if he was answering her or telling her.
His senses reeled. He felt giddy with excitement. The key was hard and warm in his hand, and seemed to pulse with a slow, gentle rhythm. The same rhythm he could feel through the deck plates, and from the console, that he could see in the almost imperceptible rise and fall of illumination from the walls. And Libby was soft and warm in his arms, moving with the slow, gentle rhythm of her breathing and her pulse. A rhythm that seemed identical to that of the TARDIS around them.
There was no thought in what he did next. One minute he was just holding her, his eyes alternating between the TARDIS and the woman in his arms. The next, the hand holding the key was tangled in her hair as he pulled her close, kissing her hungrily.
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Post by Seren Ash on Aug 22, 2011 7:56:28 GMT -5
((Probably should message Sexy, about having TARDIS do something. But she can't talk right now... XD LOL, shall I do it or you? ))
Libby was too focused on the TARDIS, feeling the pules of her. Her eyes closed as she let her fingers stay tangled with his, until he pulled his hand away to stare at it. She stepped back a little, smiling sadly at him for a moment. She was still in reach of him, and she was focused on making sure that he truly understood the gift she was giving him. "Of course, officially they'll never believe we gave it to you." She said with a small smile. A shudder passed over her again as she got ready to pull back and leave him to what he wanted to do. Her hazel eyes were mostly blue right now, with very little traces of the other colors.
That was when she was pulled against him. She gasped and giggled softly. Her eyes widened as his hand buried in her hair, and then his mouth was on hers. She gasped and wrapped her arms around his waist. A shuddering groan left her as she felt the warmth rush through her. The her body felt like it was coming to life. She was close against him, and she could feel the connection between them. Her eyes widened and then closed as she let one of her arms wrap around his neck, and her body pressed closer. It was beautiful, it felt beautiful.
This deep connection, was wrapped around her mind in so many ways. I want you to be free Thete, free to see the stars. She whispered to his mind, letting her heart pour into this kiss he was giving her.
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Post by Rebbeca S. Tarks on Aug 22, 2011 10:49:38 GMT -5
 Sexy had shown up in an old museum, her hair a little rough from the travel, but she didn't really care. "Must be Galifrey, been a while. I wonder if my other body is here," she mused to herself. After about twenty minutes of walking around, Sexy saw a police box and hurried over, "Oh! it's me! Am I really that shabby looking? What is shabby anyway?" She then noticed the two standing beside her and blinked, "My thief? Is that really you?" She then looked at the woman and chuckled, "You have an interesting taste in...what's the word...umm...WOMEN! That's it!" |
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Post by The First Doctor on Aug 22, 2011 22:01:39 GMT -5
Psychic feedback.
It was the primary reason for the Gallifreyan taboo against casual physical contact. It wasn't forbidden of course, but it was a mark of deep trust and respect - particularly among the older Time Lords with their more refined talents. Direct contact pierced the personal noospheric barriers of a Time Lord, making it harder to mask surface thoughts and emotions.
Or, in Thete's particular case at this moment, making it impossible.
He felt her groan as well as hearing it. He could feel his warmth wash through him (her), felt himself (her) coming to life against him (her). He knew she could feel the heavy ache spreading through his chest and stomach, feel his need and his longing and yes, even his fear. Fear and excitement over the way his mind swam and all rational thought abandoned him.
Her arms wrapped around him, and she pushed herself closer to him. I want you to be free Thete, free to see the stars..
He couldn't think, didn't want to think. He just wanted to feel, to taste, to know. Not from you, Libby. Never from you. We'll see them together, or they won't be worth seeing. He was vaguely aware that he had pressed her back against the console as his lips traced the curve of her jaw and the graceful line of her throat.
"My thief? Is that really you?"
He flinched, arousal and excitement and connection shattering like glass at the sound of the voice. Half turning. looking wildly around, he saw a strange woman with wild hair and a wild grin and an unfocused stare.
"You have an interesting taste in...what's the word...umm...WOMEN! That's it!"
Unnoticed in his hand, the TARDIS key pulsed in time with her words.
"Uhm, uh, that is..." Normally, he was never at a loss for words. They weren't always the right words, but they were words. They were his tools, his weapons, and - more often than not - the source of his problems. But right now, almost drunk from Libby, he fumbled for something to say. "Uhm. Thanks?"
Lame, mocked the only coherent part of his brain.
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