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[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[night has long since settled over Gallifrey and yet he doesn't retire. instead, he leaves his rooms and makes his way to gardens in his section of the residential quarters. there, amongst several other Gallifreyan flora planted there, are several silver-leafed cadenwood trees, their leaves glittering and reflecting a warm burnt orange and red, offset by the few lights still left on in nearby quarters. by his watch, he has an hour before the first sun starts to rise up over the Mountain of Solace. he settles himself against the base of the tree, deciding not to have a seat on one of the nearby sofas. no doubt he'll be joined by others wishing to watch the sunrise, but most Time Lords wait for the second sun to rise. he, selfishly, prefers to watch both.

while he waits, his thoughts return to the Plane and he mulls over his previous explorations and encounters there. too many things--too many new things--for this stuffy Time Lord.

and then there's that forest. what would his beloved cadenwood trees look like there without the magnificence of Kasterboran suns? no doubt they'd still overshadow the ones there in their silvery brilliance, but would some of their magic be lost?

to test this, he enters the Plane, bringing the one tree with him. unfortunately, he isn't anywhere near the forest, though he can see it in the distance--but still... he glances up at the silver leaves now twinkling in the light of the millions upon millions of stars in that place and grins. smugly, of course.]

Better than that forest any day! Just as I thought it would be.

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[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

That narrows it down to two at least. [he almost doesn't ask, but hey, he can be nosy sometimes too.] What sort of matter did you need to discuss with him?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Ah...Well, that is private, I'm afraid.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[he shrugs casually] It was worth a try.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

It's nothing too important, though, don't worry.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[frowns and looks away, then mutters:] I wasn't worried.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

{Laughs slightly}

But you're pouting about that?

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

...I'm not pouting.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

You are.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

Am not. [watch out, he could go on denying it.]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

You are.

{She says that a bit more firmly, but walks closer to delicately stroke his cheek before turning away to speak melodically}

Ne, I guess it doesn't matter, though~

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[...he really doesn't know what to make of that gesture...] No?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

No. Because if you keep denying it, then I'll just think that I'm right even more.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

Oh, and we can't have that. [was that a joke? it might've been~]

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh, I may not be the smartest, but I think I'm allowed to be right every once in a while.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

Well, I suppose everybody's entitled to such a thing occasionally...

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Of course. Even you are, after all.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

Yes, that goes without saying.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Oh, I don't know about that much...

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

About what? What people are entitled to say or not to say?

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

No, it's just you. I'm teasing you a little, is all.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[smiles weakly] You'll have to forgive me. I haven't been 'teased' in a very long time.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Then I'll just have to do it more often for you.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

You...you don't have to.

[madamemoiselle.livejournal.com]

Of course I don't. But it'll be fun.

[damn-time-ring.livejournal.com]

[another weak smile] If you say so. Is that what you normally do for fun?