RP for darkdoctor

[alainn_aislinn]

It had taken some convincing, but Melissa had always been a persuasive girl. Aislinn liked her, wished Devin hadn't been stupid enough to break up with one the Morrigan had taken an interest in. It could have done him good to reconnect with those in Faerie. But he'd been frightened, and he had left, and she had maintained a quasi-friendship with

Comments

[darkdoctor]

The Doctor paused at the door, pensively resting his hand on polished wood. This was an odd venture; he was here to be convinced, to listen, to learn. Usually it was the other way around, or it was he who sent his companion to broaden their horizons.

He might have stolen a glance through the windows, but the glass was distorted, only revealing plays of colour and light and movement. He could ascertain only that it was a peaceful environment, and he'd known as much.

After a moment, he pushed the door open. He would fit in well enough; the frock coat wouldn't seem odd here, nor would the colours. Everything was black, save for his gloves and shirt - thin, smooth, white.

His eyes began to scan the crowd immediately, automatically; swift and thorough, disregarding the stuttering youth on stage.

[alainn_aislinn]

He didn't look like what an alien should look like, in Aislinn's mind, but he was different, at least in energy if nothing else. Something that vibrated out of sync with the people around him, and his eyes were very old. He was Other, at least, and that intrigued her.

Tilting her head, she let a friendly enough smile curve her lips, letting her eyes stay shadowed as she lifted her hand to catch his attention.

[darkdoctor]

The movement caught his gaze immediately, and he allowed his eyebrows to rise slightly.

Well, looked the part well enough, but it was something else that drew him, that guided his steps, sustained his smile. She was different, in a way he couldn't quite understand.

That was more than enough to intrigue him, whatever it meant.

"Hello." His voice was soft, affable, curious.

[alainn_aislinn]

She didn't rise, head falling back a little to look up at him, lips staying curved. She didn't mask her voice as she spoke, letting it be soft and melodic, hinting of her home.

"Hello," she said in response. She waved a hand at the chair next to her with an elegant gesture of invitation. "I'm Aislinn."