"Perhaps not so impressive as reminding them of exactly where they stand. Many worlds have fallen to the Doctor- the chaos that he brings to so many lives of so many people who simply need to be upgraded into the next logical state of being. So combining that vast knowledge and experience with that of the Cyberiad that- while not as… successful as the Doctor in a few ways- I doubt we’ll be easily stopped. So what news could you have that could even possibly reach ‘distressing,’ hmm?"
With every word, her anger grows; burning rage lapping
agonizingly at her insides. Perhaps, it was time to accept
that the Doctor she knew and cared for was too far gone.
”’— The next logical state of being?’” Romana repeats, aghast. “You’re
absolutely insane, aren’t you? Completely. Mad. To think that this," and
she gestures to the cybernetics inching along the side of his face, “is the
next step in evolution.” She steps in close, and really, it takes all that
she can muster not to flinch, not to back down from her stance. “What right
do you have to impose on others ways of life, simply because it does not
conform to your state of being?” Her jaw set, she fixed the other with an icy
stare. “I will take you to a planet where you can live out the rest of your
existence in peace with those you have converted. That is my offer. That
is your chance. You would be wise to consider it… because I will stop you.”
”Very good,” he decides on saying eventually, clearing his
throat in a gruff rumble. “Ten outta ten. A game well-played.”
The point had been to get him to blush, hadn’t it? He wasn’t
quite so sure anymore.
Of course it was. And given that the
point had been made - quite successfully,
she might add. She may be just the
tiniest bit smug. Well, actually, she was
very smug indeed and it was very difficult
to hide said smugness behind a mask of
neutrality with her lips twitching.
“How humble you are in defeat.”
eidolistic replied to your post “You think you’re some top rate RPer, above everyone else. It’s disgusting.”
ANON I AM GONNA BITE YOU I SWEAR TO GOD BC IF YOU KNEW DANA EVEN HALF AS WELL AS YOU THINK YOU DO YOU WOULD KNOW SHE IS HUMBLE AS FUCK ON TOP OF BEING A REALLY GREAT WRITER AND A TOP NOTCH FRIEND AND YOU NEED TO JUST GO AWAY ANON GO AWAAAAAAAY.
“Hrrmm.” It wasn’t an argument — the Doctor was too tired
to argue, especially not with her, and not after today. He was
acquiescing, really, in his own way. The Doctor reached up,
pressing the palm of his hand against the side of her face,
not quite in a caress, but certainly in a touch of quiet affection.
He lingered for a moment, asserting the physicality of her
presence — and then set to work.
The Doctor’s hands were clumsy but gentle, sliding over the
curves and dips and arches of her body. Soot, dirt, the grime
of it combined with the adhesive kind of sweat that came
unbidden with bursts of adrenaline — it seemed to manage
to get everywhere. Meticulous and tenacious, the Doctor
was prepared to spend centuries on making her skin shine
again, if he had to.
Graciously, it only took about twenty minutes. The Doctor
lathered the bar of soap between his hands until they were
perfectly sudsy one last time, then pressed his hands against
the sides of Romana’s neck, up and down. The rhythmic
movement combined with the comforting presence of her
consciousness seemed to be just the ticket to normalise his
heartsbeats, and he even started to reciprocate, the long,
tangled thought trails of his mind cautiously prodding.
“Your dress,” he said after a moment. He couldn’t remember
what it had looked like, exactly, except that it had suited her.
They always suited her. Of all the things to focus on— “I
ruined it. — Shame.”
Where clumsy hands seem to slip, Romana’s hands guide.
Soft sounds leave her lips as he works; her shoulders drop
in utter relaxation. Tension, that she hadn’t even known was
there, evaporates, leaving her as putty in his hands. She could
easily fall asleep; his touch was comforting, his consciousness
gently prodding back even more so. A faint smile turns up
the corners of her mouth. There was no need for verbal
communication - she was certain that he could feel how at ease
she was. And she hoped, in turn, that he was relaxed and calm.
She moved very little; only when it was absolutely necessary,
to aid him in his washing. There was something endearing about
watching him perform such a gentle act, a loving, act. The backs
of Romana’s fingers brushed feather light over his cheek. She
studied every crease, every wrinkle, the depth of his eyes, the
contours of his mouth. Those clever fingers moved from his cheek
over the burns and bruises of the days events - she made a mental
note to be careful when going over those spots with the wash cloth.
Once he starts on her neck, nothing short of moans leave her; control
at this point was not an option. He was the only person she was able
to truly and completely be herself with. “Hm?” Romana hummed at
the sound of the Doctor’s voice. Her eyes may have slid closed, but,
she blinked them open, turning her head just enough to look at him out
of the corner of her eye, her brow creasing a little.
”I’ve plenty more,” she mumbles to him, moving to face him once again.
Romana was amused by the statement; laughter shining behind her gaze.
”And I think you’ll find that the explosion was… mainly responsible for any
damage done. You did what was necessary - you could hardly help the
circumstances. I’d rather our clothes be in tatters than us, if it’s all the same
to you.” She smiles at him; a special smile that she only reserves for him, her
Romana cups the sides of his face. “You mustn’t blame yourself for things
that were beyond your control." Was she talking about the dress at this point?
outofchar; So, you’re all awesome (lookin’ at you: actualproperclara heresyourdamnfries svikinnar adaptedandsurvived thetigerwoman) - and I’m headed to bedish since it’s 4 am. Whoops. But thank you, for making me smile. Goodnight! (Or morning, or, erm, afternoon, depending on where you are.) *Hearts all ur faces* <3
GONNA BURN NONNIE LIKE A SOUFFLÉ RN I S2G
(*hearts ur face* \o/ ilu jo <333)
outofchar; Okay, I’m gonna stop you riiiight there. Because this is legitimately the funniest thing I’ve heard all day. You, my friend, totally have the wrong end of the stick. Nothing could be further from the truth. I don’t even know what the hell ‘top rate’ is supposed to mean? And I certainly don’t think I’m ‘above’ anyone. There’s no ranking system - we’re all here for fun, we’re all on an even playing field. And that’s that? If you don’t like the way I RP or if you feel I’m selective (which, is my choice) then there’s the door. No muss, no fuss. Have a great day.
No blush, but an exaggerated look of bewilderment? Definitely.
He’s not entirely sure what just happened yet. The gears are still
turning in his head, trying to catch up. Just give it a moment and—
there it goes. The Doctor’s face turns splotchy with a pink hue.
Romana knew that it would take a moment for
his head to absorb - and she was more than
happy to wait. Her hands lowered from their place
upon the Doctor’s face, down to his shoulders, the
wisp of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
“Right, yes, lemme just go an’ stand in front of a mirror
so I can reprimand my face for bein’ overly pasty.”
Hear the sarcasm. Feel the sarcasm. Be the sarcasm.
Shut up will you?
[ Now, if this doesn’t get him to blush -
she honestly doesn’t know what will. ]
”Nonsense. I’ve got blood vessels in my face, same
as I always have. I’m perfectly capable of blushing.”
[ She can’t help it - she loves to
tease him. It’s one of her favorite
pass times. Especially since this
particular incarnation was easy to rile. ]
—You ought to tell that to your face
more often, then.