[ The Doctor's attitude was refreshing, for an adult. In Lockwood's experience adults came in a few flavors. Well meaning, but incredibly dour, like Barnes. Arrogant and full of themselves, like Fairfax and the Golden Blade. Or psychotic. Like ... well, actually like Fairfax, the Golden Blade and Winkman.
Finding an adult who enjoyed the adrenaline punch of what they had just experienced, as well as one who sounded like he genuinely wanted Lockwood to look out for himself, was rare. There was Flo, but she was incredibly rare, especially as Joplin had turned out to fall into the psycho category.
The Doctor's huff drew an actual chuckle out of Lockwood and the human turned his head so he could look at the Time Lord. ]
Don't like getting left out of the fun? [ There was a sliver of Lockwood that might have briefly considered the Doctor's comment might mean more. But Lockwood was in the habit of ruthlessly crushing those thoughts. It never did well to expect anyone to be there to pick up the pieces, or to have his back. It didn't mean it was personal, the Doctor did seem a good sort, it was just how life worked.
So he deftly deflected the words towards in a more humorous direction, and then sought to move the conversation away from himself. ]
We should check on those children. [ Lockwood observed as he began to struggle to sit up. His muscles, all the way to his bones, just wanted to rest on the pier but Lockwood was used to fighting through malaise and ghost-touch. He knew it was important that they get to their feet, and perhaps even find some tea.
After checking on the children. ] These villagers seem to fall into two categories. Complete innocents, simply trying to live their lives, and those hopelessly entangled with the Huntress and magic. [ As he struggled to his hands and knees, Lockwood just barely caught himself before putting his hand down with the shard. Sitting back on his heels, he opened his hand and the bit of cloth he'd taken along with the shard. ]
Why does it always have to be mirrors. [ He muttered to himself, before looking towards the Doctor. ] Any suggestions on what I should do with this, now that we're out of the water?
no subject
Finding an adult who enjoyed the adrenaline punch of what they had just experienced, as well as one who sounded like he genuinely wanted Lockwood to look out for himself, was rare. There was Flo, but she was incredibly rare, especially as Joplin had turned out to fall into the psycho category.
The Doctor's huff drew an actual chuckle out of Lockwood and the human turned his head so he could look at the Time Lord. ]
Don't like getting left out of the fun? [ There was a sliver of Lockwood that might have briefly considered the Doctor's comment might mean more. But Lockwood was in the habit of ruthlessly crushing those thoughts. It never did well to expect anyone to be there to pick up the pieces, or to have his back. It didn't mean it was personal, the Doctor did seem a good sort, it was just how life worked.
So he deftly deflected the words towards in a more humorous direction, and then sought to move the conversation away from himself. ]
We should check on those children. [ Lockwood observed as he began to struggle to sit up. His muscles, all the way to his bones, just wanted to rest on the pier but Lockwood was used to fighting through malaise and ghost-touch. He knew it was important that they get to their feet, and perhaps even find some tea.
After checking on the children. ] These villagers seem to fall into two categories. Complete innocents, simply trying to live their lives, and those hopelessly entangled with the Huntress and magic. [ As he struggled to his hands and knees, Lockwood just barely caught himself before putting his hand down with the shard. Sitting back on his heels, he opened his hand and the bit of cloth he'd taken along with the shard. ]
Why does it always have to be mirrors. [ He muttered to himself, before looking towards the Doctor. ] Any suggestions on what I should do with this, now that we're out of the water?