That single word, Good, filled Stellar with warmth. She’d known the man for such a short time, but she desperately craved his approval, almost as though her life, her very survival, depended on it. She feared him, that was the largest part, but he was also just so very charming to her when she behaved properly. She had an image in her mind, a vague memory, of flowers, but much in the same way that someone who’s only ever seen the Mona Lisa on a coffee mug or a place mat arguably has never really seen the Mona Lisa, Stellar had never really seen flowers before, at least not in this new life, so while she was excited by Sir’s plan for their outing, she wasn’t quite sure what to expect as she obediently let him guide her up the path to the wrought iron gate. She stood silently beside Sir as he paid the gatekeeper, standing up a little straighter, holding her chin up a little higher, pushing her hair back behind her ears, all in an effort to do Sir credit. And then she saw the flowers. The cacophony of sickly sweet smells drifting towards her from the roses and lilies and countless other flowers almost drove Stellar mad all over again with delight. It was all she could do to contain herself long enough to sputter, ❝You’re welcome! No — the other one — thank you!❞ and rise up onto her tiptoes to plant a kiss on his cheek, too elated to remember how strictly he’d been policing her movements, or to consider that that probably didn’t fall into the category of acceptable. She didn’t care. For the first time since she’d been freed from the diamond, she felt as though a little part of who she had been was waking up, revived by the thrill of being surrounded by natural beauty. and she ran through the gates without once looking back at Sir for his approval, pressing her nose against aromatic flower after aromatic flower, relishing the feeling of being surrounded by life once again.
It wasn't the quick kiss to his cheek that'd caused the arrogant Time Lord to become suddenly displeased with the blonde woman ; that, he could live with. A sign of her respect and fear, was what he could turn them into over time. — But running forward in front of him, when she'd been so good, co-operative, and careful as to avoid taking one tiny step past him for their whole walk here? It was unforgivable, and Stellar would learn that. Not over time, but now. He stood at the gate for the briefest of moments, watching the excited blonde rush to the nearest flowerbed and press her nose against each and every flower. Endearing as the sight was ; his property being so happy, Rassilon cleared his throat only once before turning sharply on a heel, ignoring the strange looks he got from the garden's gatekeeper — who would pay for the comment he'd made about his "just leaving her there by herself." Couldn't complain about losing him, could she, if she was so damn insolent enough as to run forward without so much as a glance back to him. But against all odds, he did wait for her. Had stopped walking a block away from the gardens, and chose to lean against a brick wall instead. As much as Stellar had to learn her lesson now rather than later — which was that Rassilon held no qualms in leaving her stranded should she disobey him — he couldn't bring himself to move far away enough that if something were to happen to her, the Time Lord wouldn't know. It was simply the matter of how long it took Stellar to realize he was gone, and come rushing out to find him, that would determine the severity of her punishment.











