Do I? [ Her brows lift. ] Can you show me, Nikola?
”Oh, I just meant— whoa!”
The Doctor barely raises his arm in time to block
her strike, and a sloppy block it was, making his
arm burn for a moment as he took a few steps
back. He shook it out, eying her up a bit more
"I just meant—" he lunges at her, quick and nimble,
jabbing at a pressure point on her shoulder, “ye’ve
been wearin’ that body longer than I’ve been wearin’
Romana tried not to appear smug and triumphant,
at the clumsy block, retreating back a step to give
him room to recover. She found the whole experience
incredibly exhilarating, but there was no time to revel
in her small, short-lived victory. He was a lot faster
than she had anticipated. She had secretly hoped that
his reflexes hadn’t quite yet reset from regeneration.
”Indeed I ha — ” The sentence is cut short, the quick jab
makes contact, numbing the entirety of her right arm. She
knew that the paralysis would wear off within the next five
to ten minutes - but she didn’t have that luxury. Using his close
proximity to her advantage, her leg sweeps out, hoping
to throw him off balance - or better yet: knock him off his feet.
”— Your distance was understandable.”
”Maybe, but understandable doesn’t mean right.
It- really wasn’t the time for unnecessary discord.”
She considers that a moment, then — “Perhaps not.
At any rate - what’s done is done, isn’t it? We’ve come
far since then, I’d wager.” Romana didn’t want to talk
about the war; they had done and said some terrible things
to one another - it would hardly be productive to reopen old wounds.
send me a “☁” and i will put my itunes on shuffle, pick my favorite line from the first song that comes up and use it for a starter.
[ song: 1000 words
from final fantasy x-2 ]
”… I acted so distant then — didn’t say
goodbye before ye left. But I was listenin’.”
”— Your distance was understandable.”
"You’re very pretty."
”And you’re very sweet.”
”Please. I’m no less fragile in this body than I was
in my last. You should be careful, though. Ye’ve
got the wear an’ tear of— how much time on your
skin and bones, exactly? A coupla decades, at least.”
The Doctor pops up on his toes a bit, bouncing back
and forth, shifting his weight. He might talk a big game,
but he hasn’t quite gotten the muscle memory back in
this body, yet, and he doesn’t want to miss a step —
or overdue it by accident.
”Time Ladies first.”
"I beg your—?" Now that, that, struck a nerve;
she bristled, narrowing her eyes; if he was under
the illusion that she was going to take it easy on
him - well, he was sorely mistaken. She exhaled
a breath —
"— If you insist." Romana moved strikingly fast for
someone dressed to the nines; then again, she
supposed all that practice moving in those ridiculous
robes must had some benefit - and this was it. Her
arm sliced through the air, making a beeline for the
Doctor’s neck with enough force to perhaps, send
him staggering back.
There’s a discordant mesh of notes as his fingers
fall on the keys, and if it wasn’t for the quirk to his
brow and the light in his eyes he might have been
considered a bit angry as he stood up from the
piano bench, cracking his neck and stretching his
arms out in front of him.
“Those’re fightin’ words if I’ve ever heard them,
Romanadvoratrelundar. And I’ve heard a lot of fightin’
words in my time. So, c’mon. Come at me. Let’s
see what ye’ve got.”
It was a second or two before Romana followed
suit; kicking off her heels and sweeping them with
her foot under the piano bench. Her gaze crackled
with the thrill of excitement; she rolled her shoulders,
her mouth curling a little at the corner, making
absolutely certain to keep eye-contact.
”— are you sure?” Her tone was innocent. “I don’t,
want to hurt you, Doctor. We wouldn’t want you to break
anything, now, would we?” As she speaks, she moves
steadily closer, like a lioness stalking her prey.
”Amateur?” That gets a laugh of incredulity out of him,
and he plunks out a few measures from the middle of
Mozart’s Andante before switching to a piano-revised
version of Master Of Puppets by Metallica.
“I’ll have ye know I could toss a full-grown Venusian
over my shoulder with my pinkie by th’ time I finished
my trainin’. Which took, oh, about half a span of
Her lips press together, suppressing a
smirk - she always knew how to get a rise
out of him. And clearly, by the way he plucked
at the piano keys, Romana had certainly
struck a chord.
“—Mn. You see, that’s all impressive, but those
are simply words. You’re all talk - no action.”
Her eyebrows lift high. “Am I meant to simply take
you at face value? How gullible do I seem?”
“I’m more riddle than I am solved,” the Doctor boasts,
finally looking at her with that particular brand of
softness that makes the wrinkles around his eyes
seem thinner and the tufts of his eyebrows look
“Even by you. Are ye challengin’ me, Romana?
Because my skills are certainly up ta snuff. My-
aikido skills, I mean.”
Romana nods her agreement, amusement sparkling
behind her gaze. The softness of his expression takes
her a aback, but is no less appreciated. The backs
of her fingers just brush over the hollow of his cheek.
This is, quite possibly, the closest they’ve been since
his regeneration; and she relishes in it… just a bit.
”Oh, I’m certainly challenging you, Doctor. I’ve seen the
finest of aikido masters at work, and you are rather good,
but still merely,” and she gives a sniff for emphasis, “an amateur.”
I’m made of terribly tough stuff, anonymous - sticks and stones and all that. It will take more than a few bitter, hateful, spiteful words to weigh me down. [ However, the anon was right about one thing - she certainly feels as though she deserves it. In fact, she knows that she does… and not even the kind words of a grey-face will do anything to change that. This is her penance. Or, at the very least - part of it. ]