The Ultimate Sacrifice

The Emperor - Night [Julian]

There was a small silence between them as they awkwardly stared at each other - Kima's eyes darted side to side, wondering when he was going to let her down...

"Uh..." Kima started feeling the Doctor's chest bounce with a short chuckle - before finally setting her down on her feet.

Her hand fisting in his loose fitted shirt as she regained her balance - eyes catching his silver one gazing down at her. Instantly releasing his shirt, she felt his hand slid from her bare back, the cool leather making her shiver.

"Thank you..." Kima said softly taking a small step to pass him but was cut short when he leant against the wall caging her in his shadow.

"Aren't runaway's supposed to be sneaking out of the city, rather than in?" His low teasing tone catches Kima off guard his grin widening and his eyebrows bouncing, in a manner that makes her stifle a chuckle.

Composing herself she blew a strand of hair from her face. "What makes you think I'm a runaway?" She teased back, clutching her satchel, remembering the scroll she had inside.

This could actually be a good opportunity to ask him about it...

Thinking she had the upper hand here - her resolve shook when she felt one of the Doctor's gloved hands reach toward her ear and softly slide something from her hair.

He twisted a small bramble between his finger and thumb in front of her, cocking his brow with a knowing grin.

"Escaping down the valley from the Palace maze? Great minds think alike..." He half purred.

Kima flushed but her mind reeled - did that mean he'd escaped the palace garden that way too...interesting.

Sighing heavily, she couldn't help but feel a little relieved to be out of there, that WOMAN was intense as hell.

"Maybe..." She muttered hearing the Doctor's theatrical chuckle, lifting away from the wall, hands on his hips.

The sight was like a cheesy villain cackling on a theatre stage - a smirk forming on her lips at the thought.

She watched him run a hand through the amber locks that hung over his eye-patch.

"I know that look - the palace can be...intense." His face sinking slightly - thoughts rushing across his face.

Another silence passes between them, Kima noticing a tavern behind him - 'The Rowdy Raven', the name reminding her significantly of the raven that hovered above him at the market yesterday.

"Oh! That reminds me. Thank you - for the apple yesterday." Kima suddenly blurted out, swallowing hard when the Doctor's laugh suddenly stopped, his eye wide for a moment as if shocked I'd figure out it was him...

A sudden flush graced his cheeks. "I'm not sure what you're talking about." He muttered, folding his arms and averting his gaze.

Kima smirked. "The Merchant described my 'friend' to be - and I quote - 'Mad as a box of frogs'." She pitched her tone to mimic a grumpy old man. Seeing a faint smile on the doctor's lips behind that curtain of amber curls.

"Did he now?" He muttered.

Kima smirked patting his chest softly in a - more than friendly manner. "Don't take it too personally - I would have said something much more offensive." She teased - noticing a soft hue on his cheeks and his bottom lip dipped, teeth pinched at it.

His gaze turned to her revealing an incorrigible grin, brow arched. "Now that, I have to hear." He teased lowly.

Kima folded her lips into a seam. "My lips are sealed." Making a small motion of locking her lips and throwing away the key.