...now look what you've done to my muse. I just wrote this now:
“So you’re calling yourself the Seeker now?”
Rodageitmososa tipped her head onto one side, playing with a feather that, along with her red-fringe-in-need-of-a-cut-since-it-was-nearly-longer-than-the-rest-of-her-hair, had fallen in front of her face. After a second she caught herself, letting the soft red plume drop from her fingers and smiling to herself, all of this in a second. She was behaving like a schoolgirl with a crush – which was just weird, since she still thought of Al- the Seeker as a Time Tot, and let’s not get started on her opinions of his father – all fingers and thumbs and stupid questions. It was probably what came from agreeing to do a favour for the Doctor, and for Jack. They were both insatiable flirts and impossible to say no to, in their own ways. And Roda, if nothing else, was still a Time Lady.
“I am.”
Roda winced. He wasn’t a child anymore, she knew that. But since she’d never had a Time Tot of her own, and she’d been giving Alexander – damn it, she would call him Alexander, at least in her mind – lessons in Gallifreyan history for so long, she’d almost come to think of him as a proxy. If something were to happen to him, she was sure she would fight that threat almost as hard as his father, mother or uncle – the Doctor – would do.
Perhaps, she reasoned, she just didn’t have anything else to fight for. Jack had convinced her that yes, the twenty first century might be in need of a Robin Hood figure, but if that figure was Roda then he wouldn’t be able to continue protecting and covering for her, so that was out. And with her TARDIS grounded for the time being – a collision involving a time storm had put her in need of repairs that were in need of materials she wasn’t able to fetch without a TARDIS, and the Doctor was busy – she had been lying on her back in a hammock trying to read a book and convince herself she wasn’t bored when her TARDIS had let Alex in without complaint.
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“So you’re calling yourself the Seeker now?”
Rodageitmososa tipped her head onto one side, playing with a feather that, along with her red-fringe-in-need-of-a-cut-since-it-was-nearly-longer-than-the-rest-of-her-hair, had fallen in front of her face. After a second she caught herself, letting the soft red plume drop from her fingers and smiling to herself, all of this in a second. She was behaving like a schoolgirl with a crush – which was just weird, since she still thought of Al- the Seeker as a Time Tot, and let’s not get started on her opinions of his father – all fingers and thumbs and stupid questions. It was probably what came from agreeing to do a favour for the Doctor, and for Jack. They were both insatiable flirts and impossible to say no to, in their own ways. And Roda, if nothing else, was still a Time Lady.
“I am.”
Roda winced. He wasn’t a child anymore, she knew that. But since she’d never had a Time Tot of her own, and she’d been giving Alexander – damn it, she would call him Alexander, at least in her mind – lessons in Gallifreyan history for so long, she’d almost come to think of him as a proxy. If something were to happen to him, she was sure she would fight that threat almost as hard as his father, mother or uncle – the Doctor – would do.
Perhaps, she reasoned, she just didn’t have anything else to fight for. Jack had convinced her that yes, the twenty first century might be in need of a Robin Hood figure, but if that figure was Roda then he wouldn’t be able to continue protecting and covering for her, so that was out. And with her TARDIS grounded for the time being – a collision involving a time storm had put her in need of repairs that were in need of materials she wasn’t able to fetch without a TARDIS, and the Doctor was busy – she had been lying on her back in a hammock trying to read a book and convince herself she wasn’t bored when her TARDIS had let Alex in without complaint.