LOG: Harry and Lucy! <3
Holy snap! It be a log!
~No one can see unless you were there, etc......:D ~
[Who:] Harold (*cough*Master*cough*) and Lucy Saxon
[When:] Night of the 4th of July.
[Where:] New York City, USA
[What:] Blowing up the Statue of Liberty, making fun of how crap America is, fluff, them being the most awesome "evil" husband and wife ever in existence. 8D
[Why:] Because we felt on such a holiday they had to blow something up, and be damn sexy about it. You get these two together and magical, wonderfully evil things happen, I'm telling you. ♥
[Rating:] PG-!3. Mostly for language and implied sexings.
"Interesting holidays, these Americans," Harold Saxon commented from his position on the deck of a small private ferry. "They celebrate their independence by shooting small rockets into the sky. Seems like such a waste of gun powder and rocket fuel. Nothing worthwhile is being sent into flames."
“I believe it’s a symbolic representation, love. America does love their symbols, don’t they?” Lucy grinned, leaning into her husband. “Take the lovely Lady Liberty. A gift from France and one they received late because they didn’t have the money.” She motioned to the rather small statue in front of them. “Not as impressive in the flesh, actually.”
"It's also a horrid shade of green," Mr. Saxon frowned, wrapping an arm loosely around his wife's waist. "I don't care what scientific or artistic reason is behind it, it's absolutely disgusting."
“It’s a wonder they haven’t torn it down and replaced it with something grander. Perhaps all stainless steel and glass - that modern look so many seem to enjoy nowadays.” Her mouth twisted up into a rather attractive sneer. “Though I’d imagine they’d make such a fuss at the very idea.”
"Foolish people they are," he nodded, continuing to gaze at the statue. "Is everything ready for our little demonstration, my dear?"
“Mmm, yes.” Lucy grinned, handing him something she had retrieved from the folds of her dress. “It’s amazing how easy it is to bribe people who obviously don’t get paid much. I assume you’d like the honor?”
"I would," Mr. Saxon grinned and waited until the sun finished setting and the spectators waiting for their fireworks started their countdown and then....He pressed a button on a tiny remote and several large missile-size fireworks launched and crashed into the Statue of Liberty, exploding it into thousands of pieces in colorful display of flames and smoke. "Brilliant!"
She laughed, leaning further into Harry. “Oh that was wonderful, Harry. Simply wonderful.” And indeed it was, for the sirens had begun to sound and helicopters could be heard closing in. “Do you think they’ll ask us for an interview? Being witness and all to the horrific destruction of one of the greatest monuments in America.”
"Oh I'm sure they will," Harold replied with a grin and turned his head to look at Lucy. "And we'll tell them of how we're innocent travelers on holiday from London and decided to partake in traditional American festivities, only to bear witness to such a terrible attack against one of the greatest nations in the world. I'm certain the terrorist alarms are being sounded as we speak, the poor things." He then planted a light kiss on his wife's lips.
“And it’s such a funny coincidence that we remind everyone we meet of the former Prime Minister of Great Britain and his lovely wife. Terrible tragedy that, and our hearts are with the family members of former President Winters.” She promptly kissed him back, before pausing. “He was such an ass, Harry. At least we’ve gotten rid of him.”
"Really and truly," Mr. Saxon nodded, the smile not leaving his face. "Together we will make this world into a beautiful place of dreams, one mess cleane dup at a time." Such an image he could paint with words, it was almost har dto believe all he wanted was the human race at his mercy. "Shall we hop off this dinghy and onto a proper yacht to continue our festivities?"
Lucy remembered the perfect paradise from the year that never was, remembered red dresses and bruises that ached for days. But that was in the past and perhaps, just perhaps when the future rolled around again things would be different. “I do believe we shall. After all, one must look their best when confronted with such impossible times as these.”
The ferry snuck under a bridge and docked into the port where his yacht was waiting. "She's as beautiful as she appeared in the pictures," Harry chuckled and took his wife by the hand as they were led onto the wooden platform to board the other boat. "But the true jewel of the evening is right here beside me." He figured that was an appropriate thing to say to Lucy, and it was. No woman could compare tot he beauty that was his companion. That senseless Doctor only wished he could grab such treasures as Lucy was.
Blushing, Lucy smiled up at her husband. “You flatter me, Harry. Every woman would kill to be on your arm, and yet here I am, ever your faithful companion.” Mrs. Saxon had no illusions regarding just how lucky she was. She, out of how many others Harold Saxon could have had with just one look and she was the once he had chosen. It was almost romantic, in a way.
"And would my dear fancy a glass of White Zinfandel?" He asked as they sat in plush, comfortable chairs across a table with a lit candle in its center. "I hear they get a good year this season."
She took the glass from him, running her slim finger around the edge. “I do have to ask, Harry, what happens if he catches us? Perhaps I should be more exact - what will happen to me? He’d never harm you, seeing as you two are the only Time Lords left, but me? I’m dispensable to him.”
"He's a sap," Harold replied simply, smirking as he held his own glass to his lips. "Spending so much time around the 'innocent' has made him weak. I highly doubt any harm would come to you. You've nothing to worry about, my dear."
Pulling her legs up so as to sit on them, Lucy gave him a soft smile. “What would I ever do without you?”
"I don't think you'd want to imagine," Harold gave her a sly grin. "Which reminds me, what is next on our list? How about this 'Liberty Bell'. It's obvious America no longer stands for that either. It's such a waste of space. Hell, it's even cracked. Such packrats, Americans are."
“Oh yes,” she purred, sipping her wine. “It’ll be such a pain to get to it, though. I heard it’s housed in it’s own building, even. A bell having it’s own building - what will these Americans think of next? A museum for a scrap of paper?”
"I believe they have on of those too," he nodded, chuckling lowly. "To house their "Declaration of Independence.'. Foolish people. The yacht's taking us to the other port where our limo's waiting. I've always wanted to see Philadelphia. Heard it has a rich history."
“I believe it used to be the capitol. Until the British burned the President’s house down.” She smirked, moving towards him. “We, at least, know how to celebrate.”
"Really and truly," Harry agreed again, cupping his wife's face. "We've got everything we could ever desire. Isn't true power one of life's great blessings?"
“That and someone to show it off to.” And so saying, she pulled his head down for a kiss. “Although, one might say that you’re compensating.”
"Bah," Mr. Saxon frowned when he pulled away from the kiss. "We've got absolutely nothing to compensate for, unlike those of this worthless sodding country." Smirking, he ran his hands slowly down her neck and shoulders, admiring her.
“Washington Monument is a phallic symbol only rivaled by the Eiffel Tower.” Lucy smirked at him, leaning into his touch. “How can they govern this country, anyway? Everyone is too far away.”
"They can't," Harry shook his head. "Why do you think each section of it has its own governor? And even then there isn't much control. They are a young, pompous, and inexperienced nation. Look at all the times they ventured into war for petty reasons. Tch. And they call themselves dignified." He lowered his head to press his lips right next to her ear. "Can't even see the beauty in the world around them."
She shivered, wrapping her arms around his neck before pulling herself closer to him. “Beauty in darkness? In destruction?”
"Precisely, my dear," he said with a slight purr. "Why, we can only see the most beautiful of sights when the planet is flooded in darkness. The moon? The stars? Only visible when the sun betrays the world and rids them of light."
“And the sun is a jealous lover, is he not? For the moon has many admirers.” Her fingers twisted in his hair, a sultry smile settling over her features.
"It is because the moon is patient and does what it needs to. No more and no less. The sun is an angry sort, trying to work itself to death day by day, feeling as though it'll never accomplish anything. It breathes life and takes it away, all at the same time. Such a hypocritical entity." His hands drifted farther down, along her waist and came to a rest there.
“Not at all like the human race, then.” She trailed a hand down his chest, smirking. “And which am I, Harry? The moon or the sun?”
"You, my dearest?" Harry smiled. "You are my moon, the most beautiful on the darkest of days. With wisdom beyond her years as well. The sun couldn't compare to you."
She purred. “Your praise is most welcome, Master.”
He shivered upon hearing her purr his *actual* name. Looking mildly amused, he leaned in for a light kiss on the lips. Not too deep, but not playfully simple either. Just enough to get his point and the mood across.
Ammay and I aren't fangirly for this pairing nooooo of course nooooooooooot. X3
~No one can see unless you were there, etc......:D ~
[Who:] Harold (*cough*Master*cough*) and Lucy Saxon
[When:] Night of the 4th of July.
[Where:] New York City, USA
[What:] Blowing up the Statue of Liberty, making fun of how crap America is, fluff, them being the most awesome "evil" husband and wife ever in existence. 8D
[Why:] Because we felt on such a holiday they had to blow something up, and be damn sexy about it. You get these two together and magical, wonderfully evil things happen, I'm telling you. ♥
[Rating:] PG-!3. Mostly for language and implied sexings.
"Interesting holidays, these Americans," Harold Saxon commented from his position on the deck of a small private ferry. "They celebrate their independence by shooting small rockets into the sky. Seems like such a waste of gun powder and rocket fuel. Nothing worthwhile is being sent into flames."
“I believe it’s a symbolic representation, love. America does love their symbols, don’t they?” Lucy grinned, leaning into her husband. “Take the lovely Lady Liberty. A gift from France and one they received late because they didn’t have the money.” She motioned to the rather small statue in front of them. “Not as impressive in the flesh, actually.”
"It's also a horrid shade of green," Mr. Saxon frowned, wrapping an arm loosely around his wife's waist. "I don't care what scientific or artistic reason is behind it, it's absolutely disgusting."
“It’s a wonder they haven’t torn it down and replaced it with something grander. Perhaps all stainless steel and glass - that modern look so many seem to enjoy nowadays.” Her mouth twisted up into a rather attractive sneer. “Though I’d imagine they’d make such a fuss at the very idea.”
"Foolish people they are," he nodded, continuing to gaze at the statue. "Is everything ready for our little demonstration, my dear?"
“Mmm, yes.” Lucy grinned, handing him something she had retrieved from the folds of her dress. “It’s amazing how easy it is to bribe people who obviously don’t get paid much. I assume you’d like the honor?”
"I would," Mr. Saxon grinned and waited until the sun finished setting and the spectators waiting for their fireworks started their countdown and then....He pressed a button on a tiny remote and several large missile-size fireworks launched and crashed into the Statue of Liberty, exploding it into thousands of pieces in colorful display of flames and smoke. "Brilliant!"
She laughed, leaning further into Harry. “Oh that was wonderful, Harry. Simply wonderful.” And indeed it was, for the sirens had begun to sound and helicopters could be heard closing in. “Do you think they’ll ask us for an interview? Being witness and all to the horrific destruction of one of the greatest monuments in America.”
"Oh I'm sure they will," Harold replied with a grin and turned his head to look at Lucy. "And we'll tell them of how we're innocent travelers on holiday from London and decided to partake in traditional American festivities, only to bear witness to such a terrible attack against one of the greatest nations in the world. I'm certain the terrorist alarms are being sounded as we speak, the poor things." He then planted a light kiss on his wife's lips.
“And it’s such a funny coincidence that we remind everyone we meet of the former Prime Minister of Great Britain and his lovely wife. Terrible tragedy that, and our hearts are with the family members of former President Winters.” She promptly kissed him back, before pausing. “He was such an ass, Harry. At least we’ve gotten rid of him.”
"Really and truly," Mr. Saxon nodded, the smile not leaving his face. "Together we will make this world into a beautiful place of dreams, one mess cleane dup at a time." Such an image he could paint with words, it was almost har dto believe all he wanted was the human race at his mercy. "Shall we hop off this dinghy and onto a proper yacht to continue our festivities?"
Lucy remembered the perfect paradise from the year that never was, remembered red dresses and bruises that ached for days. But that was in the past and perhaps, just perhaps when the future rolled around again things would be different. “I do believe we shall. After all, one must look their best when confronted with such impossible times as these.”
The ferry snuck under a bridge and docked into the port where his yacht was waiting. "She's as beautiful as she appeared in the pictures," Harry chuckled and took his wife by the hand as they were led onto the wooden platform to board the other boat. "But the true jewel of the evening is right here beside me." He figured that was an appropriate thing to say to Lucy, and it was. No woman could compare tot he beauty that was his companion. That senseless Doctor only wished he could grab such treasures as Lucy was.
Blushing, Lucy smiled up at her husband. “You flatter me, Harry. Every woman would kill to be on your arm, and yet here I am, ever your faithful companion.” Mrs. Saxon had no illusions regarding just how lucky she was. She, out of how many others Harold Saxon could have had with just one look and she was the once he had chosen. It was almost romantic, in a way.
"And would my dear fancy a glass of White Zinfandel?" He asked as they sat in plush, comfortable chairs across a table with a lit candle in its center. "I hear they get a good year this season."
She took the glass from him, running her slim finger around the edge. “I do have to ask, Harry, what happens if he catches us? Perhaps I should be more exact - what will happen to me? He’d never harm you, seeing as you two are the only Time Lords left, but me? I’m dispensable to him.”
"He's a sap," Harold replied simply, smirking as he held his own glass to his lips. "Spending so much time around the 'innocent' has made him weak. I highly doubt any harm would come to you. You've nothing to worry about, my dear."
Pulling her legs up so as to sit on them, Lucy gave him a soft smile. “What would I ever do without you?”
"I don't think you'd want to imagine," Harold gave her a sly grin. "Which reminds me, what is next on our list? How about this 'Liberty Bell'. It's obvious America no longer stands for that either. It's such a waste of space. Hell, it's even cracked. Such packrats, Americans are."
“Oh yes,” she purred, sipping her wine. “It’ll be such a pain to get to it, though. I heard it’s housed in it’s own building, even. A bell having it’s own building - what will these Americans think of next? A museum for a scrap of paper?”
"I believe they have on of those too," he nodded, chuckling lowly. "To house their "Declaration of Independence.'. Foolish people. The yacht's taking us to the other port where our limo's waiting. I've always wanted to see Philadelphia. Heard it has a rich history."
“I believe it used to be the capitol. Until the British burned the President’s house down.” She smirked, moving towards him. “We, at least, know how to celebrate.”
"Really and truly," Harry agreed again, cupping his wife's face. "We've got everything we could ever desire. Isn't true power one of life's great blessings?"
“That and someone to show it off to.” And so saying, she pulled his head down for a kiss. “Although, one might say that you’re compensating.”
"Bah," Mr. Saxon frowned when he pulled away from the kiss. "We've got absolutely nothing to compensate for, unlike those of this worthless sodding country." Smirking, he ran his hands slowly down her neck and shoulders, admiring her.
“Washington Monument is a phallic symbol only rivaled by the Eiffel Tower.” Lucy smirked at him, leaning into his touch. “How can they govern this country, anyway? Everyone is too far away.”
"They can't," Harry shook his head. "Why do you think each section of it has its own governor? And even then there isn't much control. They are a young, pompous, and inexperienced nation. Look at all the times they ventured into war for petty reasons. Tch. And they call themselves dignified." He lowered his head to press his lips right next to her ear. "Can't even see the beauty in the world around them."
She shivered, wrapping her arms around his neck before pulling herself closer to him. “Beauty in darkness? In destruction?”
"Precisely, my dear," he said with a slight purr. "Why, we can only see the most beautiful of sights when the planet is flooded in darkness. The moon? The stars? Only visible when the sun betrays the world and rids them of light."
“And the sun is a jealous lover, is he not? For the moon has many admirers.” Her fingers twisted in his hair, a sultry smile settling over her features.
"It is because the moon is patient and does what it needs to. No more and no less. The sun is an angry sort, trying to work itself to death day by day, feeling as though it'll never accomplish anything. It breathes life and takes it away, all at the same time. Such a hypocritical entity." His hands drifted farther down, along her waist and came to a rest there.
“Not at all like the human race, then.” She trailed a hand down his chest, smirking. “And which am I, Harry? The moon or the sun?”
"You, my dearest?" Harry smiled. "You are my moon, the most beautiful on the darkest of days. With wisdom beyond her years as well. The sun couldn't compare to you."
She purred. “Your praise is most welcome, Master.”
He shivered upon hearing her purr his *actual* name. Looking mildly amused, he leaned in for a light kiss on the lips. Not too deep, but not playfully simple either. Just enough to get his point and the mood across.
Ammay and I aren't fangirly for this pairing nooooo of course nooooooooooot. X3