every life is a pile of good things & bad things

[thedreamer]

WHO: The Doctor & Ghostbusters Friends!
WHEN: December
WHERE: The Inn & surrounding areas
WHAT: Shenanigans, trouble, bringing joy & confusion, more trouble, culinary delights!
WARNINGS: Will edit as needed.


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[matermali]

[ The color to his cheeks only sharpens her attention as it continues to dart over every miniscule feature, every little shift from moment to moment, memorizing. She wants to rip at his collar now—she doesn't want to undo it, she wants to tear it open so that the top button is lost until the snows melt—to press her skin to his so she can feel his hearts beating. She wants to stay near and listen to the quickening and the skips of his pulse until she can place it to a score and fall in love with music again.

But she stays hovering, just there, refusing that level of touch and instead devouring him with her gaze. The snow will soak through her coat and skirts before long, but she's hardly to notice. ]

But your eyes are always on me. How can I make such a promise? You don't ever turn your back.

[ Something she has loved him all the more for, but it does mean her hunting strategy has had to adjust. Somewhat. ]

[thedreamer]

[ As if it's something he should apologize for, yet he knows that isn't her intent in saying the words. It thrills him all the more to know that, in fact. He doesn't miss the way her eyes focus on him, and in fact, it sends a pleasant shiver down his spine. So many new sensations with Vanessa, he realizes. When has he ever felt a chill of pleasure coil down his spine at the mere thought of someone else? Is this a common experience for humans, he wonders? The sensations, though unfamiliar, are not at all unpleasant, just...different.

He leans in closer, now fully intending to kiss her, though first he must respond. ]

Where does that leave us, then? Always looking after the other. Not a bad thing at all. You'll find a way, though. You'll come for me when I'm least expecting it, around a corner, and that, I'm looking forward to, Vanessa Ives.

[ Would she hunt him, and does he want that? Yes, and yes.

And now, he wastes no additional time before leaning forward, feeling he's been denied a kiss long enough as it is. ]

[matermali]

[ There's no doubt in her mind that he means every word, and Vanessa's sharp scrutiny softens with her grin—thinking how his devotion provides a challenge all its own. Given the Doctor's propensity toward unpredictable behavior, there's little point in planning. She'll need to seize opportunity in order to catch him 'when he least expects'. How fortunate that she can also be a creature of whimsy.

Perhaps unfortunate in this case.

Just as he draws near enough that he's moments from a kiss, he'll find Vanessa's fingertips instead pressed against his mouth and her just behind with a breathless chuckle. Does he think she teases? He's the cruel one! Of course she would kiss him, but they're too close to the inn. Anyone could happen upon them. ]

Yet one more thing to look forward to, then.

[thedreamer]

[ While the Doctor is not quite pouting, his expression is one of clear disappointment. He stops where he is, of course, and he means to protest, but her refusal is valid—unfortunately, and much to his dismay. He feels quite dramatically bereft, but then she speaks of something to look forward to and she's suddenly lifted his spirits again in the space of a breath. ]

You won't tell me when, though. You'll just leave me wondering, won't you? When I least expect it.

[ It occurs to him now he'll be the reason for his own demise, left to wait, having put the thought in her mind to surprise him so he won't even know when that next kiss will come. ]

[matermali]

[ She may be cruel, but she knows the pay-off will be worth it. Of course, there's not much to be said for Vanessa's patience, despite the impression she may give off to strangers. Anyone who knows her at all knows that she is always struggling with her impulses.

The wheels are turning in his head, and she might almost pity him for having cursed himself in his moment of flirtation. ]

What is the fun in knowing everything?

[ She glances down to the clumps of snow beside them, the snow creature having yet to really form anything deserving of a name. ]

And before any discovery can come of that, we must first complete our Leviathan's creation. Would you leave it so desolate and half formed?