The Beginning or the End? || Closed RP (commandermaxil & doctorfive)
It had been at least three days since she'd last seen Maxil, or at least what seemed in her mind to be three days, as time did not move on Gallifrey the same way that she was accustomed to it moving. Either way, she was growing restless and worried wondering where he had gone. She couldn't get any sort of answer from the guards posted outside, they had merely said nothing and shook their heads silently when she had inquired as to his whereabouts, and she had only inquired twice in case they got suspicious about why she was so interested. She actually suspected that many more people know of the relationship than let on, including the guards, but she did want to be on the safe side.
It was ludicrous that they were still hiding it. It annoyed her, wore her patience thin. She had been imprisoned here for how long? Who really even knew or cared why she was on Gallifrey anymore? Why couldn't she go out unaccompanied and speak with others? She was already wearing more of their traditional clothing, having long since grown tired of the outfit she had arrived in, yet still she was guarded. She had read what felt like entire libraries, learned a great deal about the people who kept her there, yet she was not allowed to actually get to know any of them. Her only regular visitors were Maxil and Damon, the latter of whom checked on her probably more out of friendship with the Doctor than anything else, though she appreciated it just the same.
She paced the room, the heavy gown she wore dragging a little behind her, and made her decision. The moment Maxil got back--she didn't doubt for a single second that he would return, even after some of his more panicked episodes--she was going to ask that he try to free her, or at the very least get her a little more breathing room than she had. If she couldn't go back to Terminus, the least she wanted was to be treated like a normal person, especially as she'd caused no real problems since her arrival. She just wanted to be able to go somewhere without constantly feeling eyes on her back and hearing steps behind her. She had faith that he would at least do that for her, or try his hardest.
She stopped short in the middle of the room, tilting her head and listening intently. Voices. She didn't often hear voices this way unless Maxil was approaching, the guards were usually silent. She moved closer to the door to try and hear who was heading her way.
