The scent didn't fully register as something new until after he had kissed her. He tilted his head, nose brushing against her neck as he inhaled. "There is a race known as the Eternals in our universe, named so because they exist outside the Realm of Time, in the Realm of Eternity. The group right beneath them are known as the Guardians. The Black Guardian is in charge of choas, the White is in charge of order. Or so they claim." He pulled back suddenly, gazing at her quizzically, with rapt attention. There was something about the expression that seemed to demand a reason for tempting him thus. His hand slipped over hers without his noticing.
The unfortunate part of having a brain that could go through so many ideas at once was that, once you got going, it was hard to remember that other people might find that confusing, trying to follow simultaneous trains of thought. Particularly when one train was all body language.
"The Toymaker's purpose is harder to understand. I was told by someone long ago that he was meant to be the Guardian of Dreams," three guesses who told him that, "but his way of passing the time is making people play his games. If you lose, he gets to keep you." He licked his lips and continued on, frantically. "Normally the whole lot of them lack imagination, but if he had spent enough time on Earth, then maybe.... And they can do all of this, create matter out of thin air, read minds and memory down to the finest detail." Rassilon, his head was thundering now.
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Date: 2008-07-16 05:16 pm (UTC)The unfortunate part of having a brain that could go through so many ideas at once was that, once you got going, it was hard to remember that other people might find that confusing, trying to follow simultaneous trains of thought. Particularly when one train was all body language.
"The Toymaker's purpose is harder to understand. I was told by someone long ago that he was meant to be the Guardian of Dreams," three guesses who told him that, "but his way of passing the time is making people play his games. If you lose, he gets to keep you." He licked his lips and continued on, frantically. "Normally the whole lot of them lack imagination, but if he had spent enough time on Earth, then maybe.... And they can do all of this, create matter out of thin air, read minds and memory down to the finest detail." Rassilon, his head was thundering now.