open up the ages, darling, for you to see [closed]

[theoldgirl]

When the TARDIS sends a message to Gabriel, she is in fact not sure what she 'has in mind' for it. All she knows is that she would very much like to be in Gabriel's company for a while, with all his charms and intimacy and distractions. And perhaps he could use much the same from her.

So she invites him to the telepathic current, which is slightly more suited to temporarily escaping their various unpleasant circumstances than meeting in the physical plane would be. Once she's pulled most of her focus away from her inhabitants and opened herself up to Gabriel's mind, she realizes that purely telepathic togetherness might be enough for her, but would probably not be very satisfying for him without some visualizations. So she manifests her console room, vibrant and welcoming, and her humanoid form in something she can only guess he might like to see. In a sudden burst of wanting to show him something new and more exciting than her usual appearance, she sets the time rotor in motion, remembering the thrumming of her engines and the powerful pulse of Artron energy in her conduits, the time vortex rushing past outside her doors, eons flowing through her. For a moment, the memory burns with desperate longing, but she pushes it away, doggedly intent on the single purpose of wanting to offer Gabriel something better, something more amazing than what they keep having to contend with here.

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[has_a_horn]

Gabriel materializes in the dream already inside the console room, taking two steps at a time down to the console itself. Halfway there, he notices her dress and changes from denim and flannel to a well-fitted black tuxedo. The dress shoes soften his steps as he makes his way down.

He's eager to see her, so he might have been content with purely telepathic togetherness, but this is so much better. As he jumps down from the last stair, he reaches out for her mind at the same time that he reaches out for her waist. As always, there are clouds lingering at the edges of Gabriel's mind, but for the moment he's not giving them his attention. He wants to focus on her- to feel her and see everything that she has in mind for him now.

"You look hot," he says, and presses a kiss to her shoulder. "Beautiful. You feel-" He lingers against her skin a moment before pulling away to look up at the time rotor. A moment later, he pulls away entirely so that he can place his hands on the surface of console instead. He can feel the thrumming of the engines resonating in his bones, and a feeling like Time rushing through.

If this is what he thinks it is, it must be bittersweet for her, but for him it's only exciting. He smiles back at her, encouraging. "This feels different. Is this what it's like? To travel with you?"

[theoldgirl]

The TARDIS smiles warmly at his affection, reaching up to brush through his hair as he gives her a kiss. Her mind entwines with his eagerly, tinged with new anxieties and the faint despair behind the memory, but like him she is focused completely on this moment, on their companionship now. The loving, intimate contact finally allows her to relax a little, and her happiness deepens when he, as always, grants her true structure just as much attention as her humanoid manifestation.

She steps close, looping an arm through his and grinning up at him, reassuringly reminded of how much he can really sense of her, understand her. "Yes. All of time and space outside my door," she preens, basking in his excitement and fascination. "What would you like to see? Anything but Earth," she adds with the quirk of an eyebrow, as though he would ever dismiss her offer of alien wonders. Or memories thereof, close enough.

[has_a_horn]

"Anything but Earth," he echoes, a little awed that he even has such a choice. He looks down at the console and rubs his thumb in place, not really knowing where to start. He doesn't even know what his options are. When she'd shown him her universe there had been a staggering amount of populated worlds. Even the ones without anything that could be called people are more diverse than anything his own universe has to offer.

"I hope you're not asking me to choose just one place." He tips his head to the side to look at her, a fond smile at his lips. "You know me. Pick something I'll like."