for rude_not_ginger

[ms_saxon]

"It was on it's way to meet you,
Thinking of excuses to postpone.
You never look like yourself from the side,
But your profile did not hide,
The fact you knew I was approaching your throne."

Looking in the mirror was never easy for Lucy. She had always been so judgemental of herself, her body and her looks, not that she'd care to let anyone else

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[rude_not_ginger]

It felt particularly strange, standing at Lucy's door in a suit that wasn't his own. It was black, with a thin black tie, and shiny shoes that didn't fit quite right. And his hair, normally so perfectly coiffed, was now smoothed down.

He felt a right idiot. But, really, a deal was a deal, right? And maybe this would clear the air between them, if nothing else.

He took a breath and pushed open the door. No knocking for the persona he was playing out.

[ms_saxon]

Lucy heard the creak of the front door. She'd purposefully left it unlocked so he could come in without seeing her. She'd set out a tumbler, and a full glass of whiskey on the table out there, it was almost like the old days, well. Almost.

She looked herself over in the long mirror once more. She wasn't entirely satisfied by how she looked, but she supposed that was part of the point of all of this. Lucy pushed her blonde hair forward, to frame her face and tried to smile.

She gave up, pouted, and turned quickly now, on her heel and walked towards the door, pushing it open and briskly moving towards her front room, not really knowing what to expect.

She placed one foot into the dimly lit room and looked up slowly.

[rude_not_ginger]

The Doctor did not like whiskey. He took a sip of the drink left behind and scrunched his face up in disgust. Far too bitter. He always preferred banana daiquiris or something sweet. The burn from the alcohol relaxed him somewhat, though, almost enough that when he turned around to see the blonde woman enter the room, he almost forgot who she was.

The pink jacket, the casual clothes, the heavy makeup. She'd done an admirable job of transforming herself, and the Doctor felt mildly embarrassed for being so irritated about his hair.

He gave her a smile, but then remembered that in this outfit, he didn't smile like that. He nodded. "Hello."

[ms_saxon]

She looked him over and almost, just almost, laughed. Not because he looked stupid, but because, strangely, it suited him. The black suit made her breath flutter and catch ever so slightly in her throat. Lucy coughed gently, covering her mouth with a hand.

"Hello.." she said wavering a little. It wasn't as if they'd prepaired what they had to say.

Lucy took a couple of steps closer. She wanted to say how good he looked, how he should consider a change of wardrobe, but that wasn't who she was or what they were doing. She considered putting on an accent, but thought that would be one step too far, plus she knew she would sound rediculous.

"What are you doing here," she said tentatively, hoping he would follow her train of thought. After all, she was in character, or trying to be at least.