[Grantchester Meme from @reverdies for a Doctor
(random generator said ... 8!)]
"It's only a thin line between an archaeologist and a thief."
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"Well, that's true." Thera pulled two pairs of clean cotton gloves from a drawer, folding them together, inside out, and tucking them into her pockets. "The main difference is, a thief doesn't need an official paper to say they're a thief."
There may have been (probably was) a hint of irritation about that point. Education for women had advanced, but British Universities were still denying them an actual 'official paper' at the end of their studies. That technicality didn't slow Thera down as she was learning, attending classes being much easier than hiding in corners making her own notes, but it could be annoying when trying to be taken seriously in the field. However ...
"However," A curious lilt in her voice now, eyeing him as she picked up her coat, "from what you've told me, I think you're leaning more toward the thievery side this time."
[Medieval Starter from @gearrscealta for Eight(er).]
❛ You humans are most amusing. ❜
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Half a dozen responses come to mind, ranging from snippy to outright annoyed. It's possible she shouldn't be, given she's looked down on 'regular humans' often enough in her time and maybe it's that same pride making her bristle now. That's why 'you aliens are most condescending' stays an unspoken thought, hidden under hackles that are pretending they're not raised.
"Glad we're here to entertain you. Care to tell me what the joke is this time?"
[Valentine's Application from @reverdies for Eight]
Valentine application
Name: the Doctor
Age: Oh, a thousand or so.
Do you like to cuddle?: Absolutely! TARDIS cuddle piles are practically tradition.
Can we make-out?: No… no. We've only just met.
A night in or dinner out?: Dinner out; you never know what else might happen, what we might find…
Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Strawberries every time. Unless it's a hot day.
What makes you a good Valentine?: I'm amiable, good at games, always up for a good mystery or adventure- there's never a dull moment when I'm around. I also have lovely eyes, so I've been told.
Would you cook for me?: Best not.
Would you let me cook for you?: If that's something you'd enjoy.
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"This is a well thought-out application, I have to say, very honest. Although in that same vein I must confess I sometimes enjoy the occasional 'dull moment'. Chaos is well and good, but I'm old enough to enjoy my peace and quiet, too. If we can reach a compromise, things will go more smoothly."
[//Note, I read 'best not' and snorted out loud XD!]
📚 might I suggest the Doctor
(anywhere that books are sold or displayed LOL)
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Clearly, this was what she got for turning her back on him. Or more accurately, becoming entranced by the vastness of the Klementinum, the glorious decoration and seemingly endless array of books, manuscripts and scrolls gathered in its collection, but the end result was the same; somewhere in the last ... however many minutes, the Doctor had disappeared.
Thera paused where she was, the exquisitely painted ceiling domed overhead, the wood paneled floor beneath her feet, and sighed. If this were a library in England, Scotland or even France she would probably have been able to track him down purely by her knowledge of the place - but this was Prague, and her only having been there a few times before had been one of the reasons they'd decided to visit. To show her around, he'd said, though how that was going to work when he wasn't there the cynic in her couldn't tell.
Alright ... she couldn't call out, not in the middle of any library and especially not one as glorious as this. Which meant the only option she had was to retrace her steps and take a look ...
[Four Word Phrase from @thruspace‘s Eight. (Accepting)]
“Quick! Out the window!”
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Thera doesn’t even look around. “You first.”
It’s not ... well, it’s not entirely that she doesn’t trust him to follow after her, although on some level that’s definitely true. He’s just as likely to get plain old caught, or decide to be gallant once she’s safely out of the way. As if she wouldn’t come right back in to get him.
But it’s also the fact that if someone’s going to be better at defending their rear, it’s her. Warrior, bodyguard, head-kicker, call it what you will - if the mob pursuing them happens to get into the room before they’re both clear, they’ll regret it a lot more trying to grab her. She’ll make certain of that.
Right now, though, she’s making the concession to peace and non-homicide by taking the chance to escape, no matter how badly running away goes against her grain. “Go on!” A jerk of her head, not really taking her eyes off the locked and barricaded door where trouble is eventually going to burst through; and maybe she’s holding him just a bit to ransom in that he can’t get her out of danger unless he gets a wiggle on, himself.
❝ could you play with my hair? ❞ // eight vibes? eight vibes
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[Touch Starved Meme from Eight. (Accepting)]
At first she only blinks, but then follows with a smile. “Of course I can. You make it sound like some sort of a hardship.” A tease, but a gentle one - it’s unusual that the Doctor asks for anything for himself, especially something so ... personal (frivolous? ... human?), and once the surprise is past she wants to reassure without making too big a deal.
“So ...” Her fingertip brushes a persistent forehead curl aside, even if it promptly (and predictably) tumbles right back, “Are we talking a proper massage, or just playing about with it because it’s nice?”
Either way she’s leading him over so she can find her comfortable spot on one end of the couch. If he wants the first kind he can sit in front of her, but if it’s the second (and the one she very much suspects) ... she settles, and a pat on her lap invites him to lie down.
send ‘First Impression’ for my Muse’s thoughts when they first met yours! // eight isn't cooperating enough to give his own thoughts on the matter so sorry thera, u gotta tell us what u thought of eight
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[First Impressions meme (reversed) for Eight. (Accepting)]
Hmm ... OK Crow, I’m going to godmod a little because we never actually decided when and where they met, we just jumped right in with them arguing about Orion XD! So!
Short version; Strangely dressed (for the time), startling eyes. Rather pretty, but that didn’t register until later because she was more concerned that he was either something ‘not ordinary’, or a loony who was about to go get himself killed. Or very possibly both.
Longer version - feel free to accept headcanon or not ;):
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London, England, 2019 ...
Humans in the 21st Century were truly like sheep. Not just for the horrible way they tended to group-think, but the appallingly innocent, nothing’s-going-to-hurt-me way they either missed the equivalent of a huge grey predator or thought it was something to peer at as it went by. Like ... whatever that was, causing a fairly deep underwater bow-wave as it cruised its way up the Thames. There’d been a resurgence of some pretty big critters in the river over the last half-century or so, but that was ... too big to be this far upstream.
Thera was up on the railing in the middle of the Tower Bridge, pretty much exactly the way people were not supposed to do, holding onto one of the suspension struts the way they weren’t supposed to be and trying to get a look through the murk, when someone else popped up alongside.
Her eyes flicked briefly aside, double-took, and all of a sudden it was like her brain had dropped back a century or more; with the outfit he was wearing, the guy could have been standing right there on that exact spot the day the Bridge opened, and wouldn’t have looked the least out of place. Today, however ... was there a performance group at the Tower of London, or something like that?
He propped his hands on the railing, looking down, then suddenly seemed to register that she was there. “Oh. Hello.” Curls, eyes that had absolutely no right being that blue, and a smile that was friendly, innocent and just a bit distracted all at once. So ... who the hell ... ?
The stranger popped a sideways nod toward the water, apparently not the least bit bothered that she was still standing on the rail. “That’s rather curious, wouldn’t you say?” And Thera flinched, because she’d been hoping he hadn’t noticed and wouldn’t be potentially getting in her way. But by then his brow had already creased, and he was glancing to and fro. “I don’t suppose you know where I can find a boat?”
