#thread ( ksyle )

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@decddnce --- liked for a one-liner starter : ksyle

" Pretty and smart... We're going to get along just fine. "

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@notquiteahitman​ ... cont. from here

Her features twitched in poorly veiled annoyance. Ksyle couldn’t dispute that statement, she couldn’t think of a good rebuttal, and that irked her. She glared for a lingering moment before words finally came to her,   “ And your point of that being? I think I’ve still existed far longer than you. “  

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(( @kakistosfcrged​  <3′d for a random starter!   :  ksyle ))

           “ Don’t turn away, don’t tell me that we’re not the same. ”

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(( @audcamus <3′d for a random muse : drumroll* — Ksyle  ( for Ronan ) ))

     “ You look like one of them, carry yourself like one of them... but, you aren’t one of them, are you?  -------- Why would you put on this  c h a r a d e? “   

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(( @voxmcrtuis --- based on this ))

She couldn’t recall the last time she’d found an individual unperturbed by her very being... not bothered by the poison of her touch. And to be entirely honest, Ksyle disliked this feeling. No sense of power over him. No security in the knowledge that a careless brush would bring his end should the need ever arise... no, she hated it. Fingers, so deathly pale, drummed on folded arms. Lavender gaze narrowed his direction, deep thought furrowing the gjenganger’s brow for a long, long moment before she spoke. 

     “ You’ve never told me... how  l o n g  have you wandered the earth? And, more importantly, how do you  stand  it? All these people, how do you stand them? “

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(( @microthief  ❤ ‘d for KSYLE ))

       “ Truth be told, I’m having a horrible day and I’m not in much of a                                    talking mood... I’d thank you to leave me be. “

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(( @bowtiies — X  : Ksyle ))

To say that she was enjoying the view would really be a dreadful understatement. IT was becoming increasingly difficult to withhold her soft noises of approval each time he tugged his sleeves higher or leaned over the console to reach for another switch. Gods, she loved watching him work.  But, eventually, of course, the pull did become a bit too strong to resist.  ( Not that she was really trying, though, mind you. )    

Her wine was set aside, the goblet clinking against the floor.   “ Doctor... “   And there came a smile --- well, more of a smirk, really.    “ Remove your clothes, would you? “

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(( @bowtiies --- she made me do it ))

She hasn’t moved from her seat for a while, scribbling on a sheet of paper... occasionally stealing glances at him, the pen tapping thoughtfully against her thigh.    “ Well, that’s certainly the truth. But, I’m trying to be a bit more organized lately, Doctor. And making lists is a good way to do that, I heard. ----- Like this one, for instance. “      With that, she pushed herself up and trotted over. The slip of paper was laid out on the console and she turned, quite pleased with herself, and headed back to her chair. As she was sure would come as no surprise, the contents of the sheet read as: 

                           TO-DO LIST                           1. The Doctor                          2. The Doctor                          3. The Doctor 

And in very fine print, down near the bottom: 

                         4.  see planets

        “ Which one do you think I should start with, hmm~? “