roleplay for ibringlife, <lj site="livejournal.com" user="the_cor

[rude_not_ginger]

The Doctor flipped a few final switches on the TARDIS console, adding the information he'd just recieved about Aislinn into the systems, should he ever run across another muse like her again. Well, he doubted it would be exactly like her, but...the same genus at least.

He turned, picking up the teacups that were left behind. Funny, he would've thought Rose would've been back by now. The sound of a familiar key in the lock made him look up. Speak of the devil...

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[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

"Because there are so few things anymore. The whole world mattered at one point." He brushed his fingers down her cheek.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Reinette did not pull away from his touch. In truth, she both admired, and respected boldness. She found herself even more curious about the man behind the movement.

"The entire world is quite a lot. Did it not get exhausting?"

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

"Oh, always. But there was so much to care about. People. Causes. Lives torn asunder and countries in turmoil...." He let his fingers cup her cheek, thumb lightly stroking.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Reinette choose to let the touch continue. That must be understood. She was so very rarely heedless, her every action most likely well considered.

"To care for so much, do you do so at a detriment to yourself?"

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

"Oh, always." His smile was a touch bitter. "Or I did. Now that I'm not doing it anymore, I find other things to be a detriment."

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Reinette blinked at the sharpness of his tone.

"That seems a promising conversation," she observed. "You are a very blunt man, I think."

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

"Only when I choose to be. Most would say I obfuscate and hide behind layers of words with varying meanings the like of which it takes a skilled person to decipher." He smiled a little.

"Perhaps I only seem blunt."

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

"If you company only listens to your words perhaps, then yes. Perhaps you manage to hide some of yourself. What is it in the furture. Does no one give attention to to attituse, and tone. To emotion."

Reinette considered his features.

"It is my opinion that people never hide as much as they might think."

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

Byron looked down at her eyes dark with a bit of confusion quickly hidden.

"Some pay attention. Most don't."

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

She was there in time to catch up his confusion with her own gaze, and Reinette studied him intently, perhaps daring him to take it completely away.

"That," Reinette said quietly. "Is indeed a shame."

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

He shrugged, cynical smile flitting over his lips.

"Perhaps. Or perhaps it is all that makes life bearable then."

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

"How is life a state of diluted emotion? That is not..." Her own features set themselves, firm. For all the emotion, for all the loss, Reinette would not have her own feelings altered so. And she wore them, proudly. That no one quite knew what that were seeing? Well, that was for them to face.

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

"I don't know..." He frowned. "I do not...I used to know what it meant to feel every thing. I seem to have forgotten."

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

The thought chilled Reinette. Here was someone, she was quite sure, who both valued emotion, and knew how to weild it. Both, which she respected. And now he admitted to having lost much of that. What happened then, she wondered. What is something that could ever be regained?

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

Byron tried to shrug it off, fingers tracing a loose strand of her hair.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Reinette was not to be deterred. Lord Byron was a keepr of words, was he not? He very much presented himself to be.

"Can you not tell me what will happen next?"

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

"Between us? That, Madame, is up to you...." He wasn't purposely avoiding. Just wondering.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Reinette blinked, for in truth she had been much more focused on Lord Byron, and the way it made her feel, to think of his emotions, faded and lost.

"I was speaking of you," she said directly.

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

"I do not know that there is anything to be done for me, Madame."

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

"I am not a woman to accept defeat."

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

"What would you do for me, then? Make me feel again?"

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

"If need be, yes." She did not stomp her foot precisely, but there was most certainly a determined set to her stance. "You are not one that should fade."

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

"Perhaps what I am was not meant to last as long as I have..."

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Reinette sighed, her hand reaching out to brush his own. When she spoke of one it was with a voive already flavored with more illness, and loss than she much revealed.

"We carry ourselves for precisely as long as we are strong enough to. Truthfully, I belive that we weary of the world, before it wearies of us. And when we are truly done, truly tired. We just -- let go." She continued to study him. "You are here. You still find reason to travel. To smile." And, it seemed, to hurt. "You are not done yet, I believe."

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

He managed a smile that did not quite reach his eyes.

"I was done. More than once. But the world was not done with me, perhaps. I thought..." There was a pained admission, that he bit back. "But no."