Post by Captain Jack Harkness on Jan 30, 2021 4:40:54 GMT -5
DORA:
"Perhaps my current business can await my attention a little while longer... Come, let us begin.”
There was no denying the sense of relief that spread through her when he accepted her challenge. Mentioning Insula Avallonis had been a risk, she knew. He had been something altogether different when those events had played out, and she hadn't been sure how he would react when it was brought up. He could very easily have stormed out in an icy temper. But she was no stranger to risk, and she could think of no better way of demonstrating to him just how high the stakes were that they were playing for.
Despite her surge of triumph, however, she simply nodded in reply. Her face was just as impassive as his, allowing not the slightest flicker of emotion to show in her expression. He was determined to keep his secrets, she observed with wry amusement, noting the careful steadiness of his tone. Well, so was she. They were allies through necessity, perhaps, but not through choice. Trust had no part in any deal they would make, and that was fine with her. It had been a long time since she had fully trusted anyone. The path that she walked was not one that invited company.
“And I do believe we are not yet mutually acquainted - by what name ought I to call you?"
At this, her eyebrows arched slightly in surprise, as she realised that he was right. She had just asked him to come and save the universe with her, but hadn't even introduced herself. Her eyes danced with sudden mischief. Maybe she was losing her touch.
“Indeed, you are quite correct, how rude of me!” Slipping off her stool, she swept him a deep and graceful curtsy, much more suited to a great lady from the court of Louis XIV in 17th century France than a scruffy, anonymous teenager in a sordid cantina on a backwater planet like Zog. The bartender and several other patrons goggled at her, clearly wondering what she was going to do next. She ignored them entirely, as if she and the Valeyard were the only two people in the room. “You may call me Dora.”
It would do. She had been called many things in her long life and it no longer mattered much to her. One name was always as good as another.
"Perhaps my current business can await my attention a little while longer... Come, let us begin.”
There was no denying the sense of relief that spread through her when he accepted her challenge. Mentioning Insula Avallonis had been a risk, she knew. He had been something altogether different when those events had played out, and she hadn't been sure how he would react when it was brought up. He could very easily have stormed out in an icy temper. But she was no stranger to risk, and she could think of no better way of demonstrating to him just how high the stakes were that they were playing for.
Despite her surge of triumph, however, she simply nodded in reply. Her face was just as impassive as his, allowing not the slightest flicker of emotion to show in her expression. He was determined to keep his secrets, she observed with wry amusement, noting the careful steadiness of his tone. Well, so was she. They were allies through necessity, perhaps, but not through choice. Trust had no part in any deal they would make, and that was fine with her. It had been a long time since she had fully trusted anyone. The path that she walked was not one that invited company.
“And I do believe we are not yet mutually acquainted - by what name ought I to call you?"
At this, her eyebrows arched slightly in surprise, as she realised that he was right. She had just asked him to come and save the universe with her, but hadn't even introduced herself. Her eyes danced with sudden mischief. Maybe she was losing her touch.
“Indeed, you are quite correct, how rude of me!” Slipping off her stool, she swept him a deep and graceful curtsy, much more suited to a great lady from the court of Louis XIV in 17th century France than a scruffy, anonymous teenager in a sordid cantina on a backwater planet like Zog. The bartender and several other patrons goggled at her, clearly wondering what she was going to do next. She ignored them entirely, as if she and the Valeyard were the only two people in the room. “You may call me Dora.”
It would do. She had been called many things in her long life and it no longer mattered much to her. One name was always as good as another.
