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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[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."

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

"Then you were not done," she argued. "You were merely resting, a respite from the world, and a time to reguard it with much quieter eyes. Too see that which we never make time for, to take stock of what we will change when we get back up, to enjoys the memroes of that we would never change at all.." There was a delicate shrug of her shoulders. "After a while, the time to rest passes, and we stand again."

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

He couldn't tell her about the bullet. Or the sword. To try and explain how he was alive, with his head attached. How he had lived far beyond the years he should have.

Time travel was one thing, but even he could not begin to explain himself. The admission that hovered on his lips, that somehow he had foolishly thought he had found a reason to smile, certainly one to travel, he bit back, letting his eyes fall.

"Perhaps, then, I simply need reason to find my feet."

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

It occured to Reinette once more just how free her discussion was with this newest stranger into her life. A certain ease came from court life, from the constant whirl of fabric and bodies and desire. Reinette was very pragmatic about discovering what people wanted. Not only was it useful, most often she merely wanted to know.

Yet there were certain aspects of this that felt different. Reinette wondered briefly why the communication always felt so different when they came from furthest away. It felt like more than mere different horizons.

Making a decision, Reinette stood up from the bench and offered Lord Byron her hand, not her arm. She knew quite a bit about finding her feet again.

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

It was such a little thing in his new time, the offering of a hand, and yet something far more intimate than an arm. People were more wont to hold hands casually in the future, but it was something Byron remained accutely aware of. One did not hold a lady's hand for an inappropriate length of time. Flesh pressed against flesh in any fashion was frowned upon outside of bedroom doors.

He smiled a little as he stood, avoiding the general awkwardness of moving to his feet somehow, or perhaps just not noticing, then took her hand.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

"I find I am tired of others' visions of the world," Reinette's gaze drifted through the dozens of painting that lined the hall. "Shall we retire to the garden, and view it for ourselves?"

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

"As you wish, Madame." Byron smiled a little. "I will admit to never having the chance to visit here in my time, so you shall have to show me the way."

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Reinette laughed, not bothering to restrain the sound. "Oh, you need not know very much. Walk outside through nearly any door, and you shall find a garden. They are everywhere." She lead him through nearby doors that swept outside to a terrance, and then some of the less formal gardens. As much as that could be said. "They are all beautiful, however."

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

"I would expect no less," he murmured, thinking for a moment of the beautiful gardens while peasants starved in the streets and the price that would be extracted in a few decades.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Reinette nodded, aware of the sun and its touch on her uncovered skin. She very rarely walked so.

"How long will you stay?" Will, not what was intended. They were, at heart, very different things. And a question to be asked of all travelers.

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

"As long as I may. As long as you will allow."

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Reinette considered that as they walked hand in hand.

"Those do not sound as if they are the same."

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

"I would stay forever, if I could," he said impulsively, fingers tightening around hers.

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Reinette laughed again, though not at him. And the sound was clearly softer as she turned to face Byron.

"An answer, at least." Reinette studied the words in full, within her head. "...and at most."

It was another that could not stay.

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

"He'll come for me, eventually, if I don't return." Bitterness laced Byron's words. "He has rules and believes history is written. That things may not be changed. That I may not change them. Even this, here, now. He does not approve."

[ambitious-woman.livejournal.com]

Reinette's breath stopped, and since she refused to consider the real sorce she did a poor job of placing the blame on her stays, her free hand reaching up to press on her abdomen.

He was here.

The Doctor was here, seemingly without any desire to see her. Reinette's eyes went to Byron, lingering over his features. How quickly she had stumbled into speaking with them both. Reinette counted each and every one of her foolish ways for not sensing the connection right away, and she rediscovered her voice.

How very lucky she was so schooled in composure.

"Sometimes I think the world has more rules than space for them to occupy," she said softly. So the Doctor had no wish to see her? It really was true. He would not come, unless the Monsters were here as well. Well. Far be it for her to lay bare just how much that hurt.

Reinette smiled brightly at Byron.

"And remember? We are sworn to not care for others approval."