[ As he rambles on, manic to the point that it captivates her, Vanessa could imagine leaning up to tenderly silence him while still in his arms; it's an easy thought. But she watches with her smile pinched from restraining a strange glee, and thinks that even if it were an option to leave him stricken and then lulled, she would always choose to let him finish speaking. He talks of something like biscuits and she wants to hear more of it.
There's doubt that berries are in season, but this is an alien world. Anything is possible. Given that she shares a sweet tooth, it's an earnest desire to want to try all of his favorite desserts. Perhaps they will happen upon something that strikes his fancy, but she doesn't wish to rush to the matter. She's already breakfasted, and after the literal whirlwind she only just endured at the start of what promises to be a long (lovely) day, Vanessa's rather glad that she didn't partake in too much of the honeyed bread that Oliver had been insisting upon while she dressed. Her stomach can't quite bear the thought of any more, not yet.
Though, she is curious if they can find something completely unlike what she's ever tasted before. ]
Mm, perhaps we can sample something of their exotic delights later on.
[ Shopping, then? She can afford her own trinkets, but she understands well that isn't the point of it. Do Time Lords bother with fiscal pride? She isn't in a hurry to test it, but she decides now she won't let him purchase anything extravagent. She'd much rather find something for him if they're to enjoy the markets. She may be a fool to think that some novelty from a shop could carry on the memory of her, but today is a day for hope, isn't it? If she does decide on something, she can find a moment while he's distracted or return later for her purchase. ]
You're underdressed, did you know?
[ Stretching her hand up, she brushes back his bangs with the gentlest touch. She's quite fond of how he looks with his hair askew and his eyes a bit wild and a flush to his skin—no doubt from the rush of the dance and the chill in the air—but this is public and she would rather keep such sights for her own pleasure. ]
[ In so many ways, this conversation and the moment they're sharing now amongst the lively crowd patronizing the myriad of vendors, could be an ordinary day spent with one of his many traveling companions as they visited a new world. It could be like that, but it isn't and he knows it. She brushes his hair back with the tenderness of a dear friend, but her eyes and her smile seem to hold the promise of more than friendship. He can't say what, exactly, he can't dare himself to even believe it, but he thinks it mirrors his own confusing jumble of feelings. And that, of course, is the sharp difference between this time they have together now, and every other adventure he's ever shared. He's never felt anything quite like this, not in a very, very long time.
He hasn't acknowledged what this is, exactly, though he suspects he already knows and refuses to give it power yet. The moment he does, he's lost to all the pain that comes with it. For now, he only wants to dance with her and hold her hand. ]
Oh, a hat! Won't turn that down, not a chance. Food can wait.
[ She doesn't yet know of his fondness for hats in their many forms, but she seems to have an unspoken understanding nonetheless. A subtle way to be known, but meaningful in his eyes. He looks forward to sampling various sweets with her eventually, wanting to know as many details about her as he possibly can. It's such a strong need and one which can't be denied.
As though it's the most natural thing in the world, the Doctor reaches for her hand now, lacing their fingers together before they set off through the market. ]
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There's doubt that berries are in season, but this is an alien world. Anything is possible. Given that she shares a sweet tooth, it's an earnest desire to want to try all of his favorite desserts. Perhaps they will happen upon something that strikes his fancy, but she doesn't wish to rush to the matter. She's already breakfasted, and after the literal whirlwind she only just endured at the start of what promises to be a long (lovely) day, Vanessa's rather glad that she didn't partake in too much of the honeyed bread that Oliver had been insisting upon while she dressed. Her stomach can't quite bear the thought of any more, not yet.
Though, she is curious if they can find something completely unlike what she's ever tasted before. ]
Mm, perhaps we can sample something of their exotic delights later on.
[ Shopping, then? She can afford her own trinkets, but she understands well that isn't the point of it. Do Time Lords bother with fiscal pride? She isn't in a hurry to test it, but she decides now she won't let him purchase anything extravagent. She'd much rather find something for him if they're to enjoy the markets. She may be a fool to think that some novelty from a shop could carry on the memory of her, but today is a day for hope, isn't it? If she does decide on something, she can find a moment while he's distracted or return later for her purchase. ]
You're underdressed, did you know?
[ Stretching her hand up, she brushes back his bangs with the gentlest touch. She's quite fond of how he looks with his hair askew and his eyes a bit wild and a flush to his skin—no doubt from the rush of the dance and the chill in the air—but this is public and she would rather keep such sights for her own pleasure. ]
Let us find you a hat.
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He hasn't acknowledged what this is, exactly, though he suspects he already knows and refuses to give it power yet. The moment he does, he's lost to all the pain that comes with it. For now, he only wants to dance with her and hold her hand. ]
Oh, a hat! Won't turn that down, not a chance. Food can wait.
[ She doesn't yet know of his fondness for hats in their many forms, but she seems to have an unspoken understanding nonetheless. A subtle way to be known, but meaningful in his eyes. He looks forward to sampling various sweets with her eventually, wanting to know as many details about her as he possibly can. It's such a strong need and one which can't be denied.
As though it's the most natural thing in the world, the Doctor reaches for her hand now, lacing their fingers together before they set off through the market. ]