fighting the good fight with eggs and milk! (i_eggstir) wrote in we_coexist,
Oswin wasn't thinking of the future. Until that moment, the rest of her life was a never ending loop of replayed memories of what it was like to be living. She wasn't concerned about where she would stay, assuming in her commoner way that Leto would offer her the couch until she was settled, or what clothes she would wear.
The former dalek wasn't concerned about clothing or food or getting a job. The only thing she could think was that she was really real and someone she cared about had his arms wrapped around her.
She looked forward to being a terrible influence on the former emperor god.
"Now if we can just hold these positions for the next hour or so," she joked, "I shall be very happy."
It hadn't quite sunk in yet. Oswin was still in a state of shock.
"You may certainly remove your clothes if it's more comfortable." Oswin grinned.
It still hadn't sunk in. Oswin could flirt with impunity as a dalek. After all, no one was actually in a position to take her words very seriously. It wasn't that Oswin wouldn't have flirted if her situation sunk in, it was that she would have been much, much more direct.