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[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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[ibringlife.livejournal.com]

"...and you have the advantage on me because you've actually seen a police call box before, one assumes..."

Rose was still taking as she opened the door, the excitement in her voice clear even as she tried to be as casual as one possibly could be when one was taking a famous immortal rockstar poet to see the time machine that one lived in.

She pushed the door open and then turned around, stood in the doorway and tried not to bounce up and down in anticipation of Byron's reaction.

"Now I'm going to give you all the warning that I got about the part that comes next, which is exactly none."

And with that she stepped back, into the TARDIS, and flashed a brief, winning smile over her shoulder at the Doctor before she turned all her attention back to her guest.

[the-corsair.livejournal.com]

Byron had worn something if not quite period, very much him. Ruffled shirt, well fitting pants, a brocade jacket. It was close enough to what he'd seen in portraits of his great-grandfather to not garner stares from the courtiers. His cane, his limp, did that, but no more than usual. Fitting in at a court was nothing he wasn't well versed in.

He didn't know where she would be. He didn't know what he would say when he found her. How to explain. But he had told her that he would find a way, and here he was. He just hoped that it was after...after they'd spoken. That she'd know who he was. That she'd understand.

He stepped out onto the terrace, looking down at Louis' gardens, but not seeing her, he moved back inside, searching through salons and anterooms, looking for her. Her smile. Just...her.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

The Doctor didn't bother to look at the door as Byron left, he simply watched the man's back leave on the video screen. Out to a world the Doctor could never visit again, to see a woman that the Doctor could never talk to again because she was already dead.

Confusing, that. And it appeared to make the Doctor's good mood dissipate quickly.