The wind had caught a lock of the Doctor's growing hair, and for a brief, displaced moment she wished to reach out and tuck it back into place. It made so sense, for it showed a tenderness she rarely shared, and the time was hardly right. But then, perhaps it was because it felt very not allowed at that moment. Beyond their captivity, there was her hidden femaleness besides. That could not be risked, and yet? Reinette enjoyed risks.
She fisted her hands instead.
"You were the pirate," she challenged briefly. "What do you think will happen? Followed by a softening of her features.
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Date: 2007-09-25 04:42 am (UTC)She fisted her hands instead.
"You were the pirate," she challenged briefly. "What do you think will happen? Followed by a softening of her features.
"Do you truly wish to know?"