Sarah Jane Smith (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
his_sarah_jane) wrote2007-03-20 02:04 pm
his_sarah_jane) wrote2007-03-20 02:04 pm
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[Theatrical Muse] Response
Party!
[ooc: based roughly on rps with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thecricketer]
He doesn’t exactly look like her Doctor, but she knows that it is still him when she looks into his eyes; she feels that it’s him when their thoughts intermix in concert with their bodies. There’s no one else in the universe that looks at her like that or makes her experience the way he does.
When she’s with him in these hours, it’s as if their hosting their own private party and their own private dance and Sarah Jane can’t ever imagine enjoying any other more. They beat out a rhythm all their own to music that echoes in the willowy rooms of the TARDIS. Nothing else and no one else exists at these parties. It is only the two of them, enjoying this strange sort of development they have found themselves in.
They do more than just dance at these parties, of course. Sometimes he tries to teach her cricket and she just comments on how field hockey is clearly the best of games. Oft times, they simply sit together for a cup of tea and she encourages him to tell her stories of everything that she has missed – everything that she will miss when she finally leaves him in her own continuum – and she listens, always attentive to every single word.
He’s her best friend and she likes to imagine that she’s still his despite whatever years have past. He had said that he would never forget her. At their small parties for two, Sarah works hard to make sure that that promise will always remain fact.
When the party finally dies, he always escorts her back to the moment in time and space that she stole away from to come and visit him. This is something that never ceases to amaze her – that he actually escorts her back to the proper moment repeatedly. But he never does say goodbye when it is time for him to leave. Instead, he kisses her softly and walks away.
It’s the first time that he does this that she remembers all over again just how important he has become to her. He’s her life now, no matter the shape or form. And Sarah Jane promises herself that she’ll always be there for him as long as he possibly can.
The first time that Sarah Jane dances with her Doctor, the one with the scarf and the curly hair that she’s so accustomed to, she doesn’t feel any twinge of guilt. She can’t, cause this version of him needs her just as much as the other and even if the parties they have aren’t quite the same, the same sentiment is still there. The same music plays when they dance and she sees the same look in his eyes after they kiss. No matter the shape and form, it’s him at the core.
She always remains proud of the fact that she had finally propositioned him in the control room, and the next time she sees his future self shortly afterwards, they laugh at her impulsiveness over tea and biscuits. Their private party has one again begun.
Years later, she’ll think back to it all and realise what made these gatherings just so special. Their small little parties were about so much more than love and need. They were about celebrating life to the fullest, and celebrating just being alive.
No other party can ever compare to that.
[ooc: based roughly on rps with
thecricketer]He doesn’t exactly look like her Doctor, but she knows that it is still him when she looks into his eyes; she feels that it’s him when their thoughts intermix in concert with their bodies. There’s no one else in the universe that looks at her like that or makes her experience the way he does.
When she’s with him in these hours, it’s as if their hosting their own private party and their own private dance and Sarah Jane can’t ever imagine enjoying any other more. They beat out a rhythm all their own to music that echoes in the willowy rooms of the TARDIS. Nothing else and no one else exists at these parties. It is only the two of them, enjoying this strange sort of development they have found themselves in.
They do more than just dance at these parties, of course. Sometimes he tries to teach her cricket and she just comments on how field hockey is clearly the best of games. Oft times, they simply sit together for a cup of tea and she encourages him to tell her stories of everything that she has missed – everything that she will miss when she finally leaves him in her own continuum – and she listens, always attentive to every single word.
He’s her best friend and she likes to imagine that she’s still his despite whatever years have past. He had said that he would never forget her. At their small parties for two, Sarah works hard to make sure that that promise will always remain fact.
When the party finally dies, he always escorts her back to the moment in time and space that she stole away from to come and visit him. This is something that never ceases to amaze her – that he actually escorts her back to the proper moment repeatedly. But he never does say goodbye when it is time for him to leave. Instead, he kisses her softly and walks away.
It’s the first time that he does this that she remembers all over again just how important he has become to her. He’s her life now, no matter the shape or form. And Sarah Jane promises herself that she’ll always be there for him as long as he possibly can.
The first time that Sarah Jane dances with her Doctor, the one with the scarf and the curly hair that she’s so accustomed to, she doesn’t feel any twinge of guilt. She can’t, cause this version of him needs her just as much as the other and even if the parties they have aren’t quite the same, the same sentiment is still there. The same music plays when they dance and she sees the same look in his eyes after they kiss. No matter the shape and form, it’s him at the core.
She always remains proud of the fact that she had finally propositioned him in the control room, and the next time she sees his future self shortly afterwards, they laugh at her impulsiveness over tea and biscuits. Their private party has one again begun.
Years later, she’ll think back to it all and realise what made these gatherings just so special. Their small little parties were about so much more than love and need. They were about celebrating life to the fullest, and celebrating just being alive.
No other party can ever compare to that.