asgardmeridiem | All the Whos down in Whoville...

All the Whos down in Whoville...

Who: All the Whoniverse folks, and their plus ones
What: Eight is a bit Christmas crazy, and is inflicting it on his "family".
When: Day 378
Where: Thor 104 (Who House 2)
Rating: PG

A week before, everyone in the Doctors' makeshift "family" is sent a simple message:

Come to Thor 104 in one week's time for a Christmas get-together.
Bring a friend if you like.
No, this is not optional. Don't make me come get you.

When they arrive, they're greeted by a festively decorated house, twinkling lights and all, still covered in snow from the day before. The door is, as usual, unlocked so that everyone can filter in as they please. Once inside, the house is full of the sights, sounds, and scents of a huge family holiday gathering. A fire in the fireplace makes the house warm and cozy, and a decorated tree holds pride of place.

Grab a glass of cider or mulled wine, wander the house, find a conversation to jump into, or get some fresh air in the back garden.

But beware, Eight has been quite liberal with his use of mistletoe. Chances are you'll find yourself under some at some point in the night.

(ooc: Prose or action bracket thingies, whichever is fine.)

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"But I might be ab--"

She was still caught on the maths long enough that it actually took her five seconds to figure out what he'd done. It was stunningly beautiful, wonderfully elegant. But he couldn't have known that a silver bracelet like this had far, far more meaning to it. But he'd put it on her after...after that. She blinks up at him with wide, surprised eyes, and the motion scatters tears down her suddenly bloodless cheeks.

But his words. And then the silver bracelet. And-- And his face was lit with such joy, it was entirely too much. Her knees quite suddenly decide they'd had enough and try to fold on her even as she attempts to explain.

It all came out in Antedan whether or not she wanted it to or not, so any hope of explaining is temporarily disabled. Now, if she could breathe properly, that would be terrific, because there suddenly seems to be quite a deficiency in her ability to think straight.

Edited (tenses ugh) 2014-01-03 02:45 (UTC)

"Ril?" This was suddenly, and entirely unexpectedly, going horribly wrong. She was crying... this was supposed to make her happy, not upset her to the point she couldn't even communicate with him. He tried to unravel the words she babbled at him, but either his Antedan wasn't good enough--and to be fair, he'd only started learning it from her--or she was speaking nonsense even in her native tongue.

He shifted his grip to her elbows, trying to hold her up without hurting her. This was no good... he looked around, just a bit frantic--there, a couch, and quite close by. Thank goodness.

The Doctor gently scooped Ril into his arms, the easier to carry her over the short distance, and sat her down before kneeling next to her. "What's wrong, Ril? What did I... are you..." He closed his mouth on the questions, swallowing them down while he waited for her to speak. Peppering her with too many at once, especially now, wouldn't help... trying to ignore the worry fluttering around in his stomach, he held her hand and just... waited.

Gods, she needs a moment and he gives it to her, gods bless him. How do you break it to the man you are rather attached to that he's just accidentally gotten himself engaged to you? Her fingers lace with his after a moment. Oh gods, she hadn't meant to make him worry but that's written all over him as she shifts forward to kiss him slowly, gently, and when she pulls away, her voice is wry but soft.

"Silver bracelets," she says with the utmost care as she touches it gently with her fingertips, "when placed upon the wrist as you've done are considered--" Ril bites her bottom lip for a half second. "Well. They're tokens much like Charley's ring."

Her fingers find his cheek, brush his lips, and her cheeks color.

"And this is incredibly beautiful, Six."

The kiss is... nice, and rather reassuring. Maybe he hasn't mucked things up beyond repair after all...

"...oh." Well. That does explain something of her reaction. An engagement bracelet... he clears his throat, feeling slightly embarrassed to have gotten it a bit wrong. But mostly he feels terribly relieved that it was just surprise, or perhaps even shock, at the suddenness of it all and not anything more terrible than that. "Mmm... I see. Well, that's... not so terrible, surely? I admit I didn't intend to propose to you... I would have put a bit more thought into it than that if I had!" He hadn't thought he would ever actually do this, not this particular version of himself... he wasn't Eight, and he most certainly was not Eleven. But he wasn't about to take the gesture back or try to say he hadn't meant it, even if he hadn't known just what he was doing at the time. "I... certainly wouldn't object to being... mmm. That is, if you wished to give me one in return..."

"Terrible?! You darling man. I have been rather tangled in you since I first saw you," Ril says, her voice soft. "And. I should say, as far as proposals go, it was perfect, even if you didn't--" Ril waves helplessly. "You're perfect."

She kisses his cheeks,forehead, his nose, and then his lips, because she can, because words are stupid.

"I might have to laugh if you actually objected," she murmurs as her fingers brush his wrist. "I have, though, ah. Would. I would like to find you one." Her cheeks feel as if they are on fire but she doesn't care.

There's a clapping sound (away from mistletoe, naturally) in the background. "I need another wedding planning book, I see," Irving manages to project his voice across the room.

"Mmm, I'd love to wear--" The applause is more than enough to interrupt the Doctor and get him to pull away from Ril's kisses, which he had been rather enjoying, to look around. And he's currently in too good a mood to care about what Brax might be plotting.

"Oh? Were you already planning one--Eight's and Charley's?" It's a reasonable assumption, since that's the only other one he knows about. He curls his hands around Ril's, his thumbs stroking over her skin.

Good. That meant she'd have to find something suitable, which she would have entirely too much fun doing. Six's thumbs against her hands distract her and as he addresses Brax--and her brain catches up to what he's said--she muffles laughter against Six's shoulder.

She can't even formulate words, she's so amused.

"I was referring to the scrapbook I gave 'Eight', but if you like, I'm terribly good at planning," he says, smiling. Don't trust him.

"Wait, who's planning my wedding for me? And someone else, apparently?"

Eight approaches the gathering group, only having heard half the conversation. His expression brightens as he sees Six and Ril. "So! Does there need to be another announcement?"

"Well, you said planning book, so I assumed..." He's not sure if he actually wants this to happen; it's all happening so fast, he hasn't had time to really think about it... and really he'd want to talk to Ril about it further before any decisions would be made. But... well, he can't very well say he doesn't want this, because that's almost certainly not true.

Eight gets a somewhat sheepish grin. "Ah, yes... I'm afraid it wasn't... quite as planned as your proposal was, but... there we are then, I suppose." It occurs to him that he's still kneeling on the floor. Well... at least it's appropriate for the situation. He levers himself to his feet--though he doesn't let go of Ril's hand. "I... I think... mmm. Well... Ril? What do you think?" It would be better if they could talk privately about this... but he wants her input, before he says anything.

Ril kisses his knuckles gently and gives his hand a squeeze as she thinks it over. Admittedly, it makes her a little dizzy, but she knows herself, knows him. She takes a long moment to study his face.

"I think," she murmurs, not at all releasing him as she finds her feet again. "I think that you have given me impossibly rare things since I first met you, and that I have never been so content in my life." Her fingers settle against his chest, and she smiles.

"We fit," Ril says, a light shiver working its way up her back. "And I can't imagine my life without you. Not now. I have never been so--" Taken? Completely in love? None of them are right. "Ah. You have my heart, you always have. Any ceremony, any celebration, is just a formality, isn't it?"

It's good to see her get back to her feet after all that, and he's trying not to look too amused at what she's saying. He hadn't quite thought of it like that... "I suppose you could say that about our... relationship, but would you like one anyway? I admit I may be a bit... well. That is, most people seem to enjoy weddings, or at least I thought they did."

He doesn't mind either way, really; he just wants to do what she wants. "But if you think it's too... much, I assure you that I feel quite the same as you, ceremony or no."

"I. Oh." She stares up at him for a long moment, completely forgetting they have any company. Ril is suddenly grateful for the little bit of height her heels gave her because it means standing on tiptoe to pull him into a kiss (very nearly by that necktie of his) is a great deal less of a challenge. But she's thinking, too. Thinking about ceremonies, about the ancient customs of her own folk--not the modern conveniences--about the backless traditional red dress, the copper tipped soft scales and elaborate, twisting painted spinal designs. Her fingers touch his cheeks, his hair, and she's thinking about his hands on her back, sweeping copper across her skin, and she wants it in a sudden sharp and clear moment.

She wants the twist of red cord around her ankle, the beads and bells, she wants him in red and gold and bits of bright blue. She wants to dance for him against a bonfire, to light lanterns and let them rise into the night. She wants this, all of this, in a moment that is as much joy as it is sadness.

"We should share the joy," she says against his lips, "with the people we love. And I will teach you how my people do that, if you'd like."

"Excellent! Well, then I should probably say congratulations to the both of you." He grins at the both of them, then turns his head away at the kissing, giving them at least some semblance of a private moment. For Six, at least. Ril never seems particularly bothered with privacy.

"Are we up to two weddings now?"

Don't think Eleven hasn't noticed all the commotion, and he comes practically hopping over. Weddings mean dancing, and the more the better, honestly. They can use all happiness they can get.

Ril's kisses are welcome as always, and for once (or twice) he doesn't care how public they might be. He does manage to pull away at Eleven's question with a bit of a sheepish grin, but he doesn't pull away much. Just enough so he can turn and look at his older self.

"Ah... yes, I suppose we must be. Probably, anyway." He's really not sure of everything that just happened here, but he's pretty sure they both agreed on some kind of wedding ceremony. Details. "Unless you know of any others?"

Her eyebrows arch a little and she's really not sure about anything, but she's fairly certain they'd probably just-- With a ceremony? And. She opens her mouth to say something and just sort of hangs there for a moment.

Well.

"...probably," she finally says, echoing Six. "We'll have to, ah--" Think. Marriage. Marry. Marrying. Titles, such as husband and wife, and that's surprisingly. What? Formal. Ril brushes her lips against Six's jaw almost absently and she can't figure out if she wants to burst out laughing or just stare at him or kiss him. Or try and do all those things at once.

A wedding, then, for a Pilot and a Time Lord.

"Do things." Lots of things, thinking things. Coherency, please. She waves a hand.

Edited 2014-01-17 01:08 (UTC)

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All the Whos down in Whoville...

...mine too. Mmm.

Now's probably a good time to get some gawkers in this thread...

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