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She blinked, once, twice.

Raised a hand, cautiously.

Her dress rustled. Not unusual in itself, if she had an idea where she’d gotten it. Or why it was coated with dust, or why the room was dark and mouldy, and- oh yes- why it was, exactly, that there was a chap with his lips still over hers.

It’s the little things, she thought.

( After a little bit of scrabbling about, she managed to lay her hands on a rather large bit of rotting bedpost and hit him with it. )

Community: theatrical_muse
Prompt: 244 - "That's something I think is growing on me as I get older: happy endings."
Word Count: 401
Author's Note: I have no excuse, really. Except maybe one too many Disney movies.

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Eleven and I're packing up and flying taking the TARDIS to visit family in Tennessee. We considered returning the second after we left, but came to the conclusion that be just too confusing, and shall therefore be returning sometime on the 24th*. Until then, I'll have limited internet access and may or may not be around. Have a good week, y'all!


P.S. Eleven says please don't blow anything important up while we're gone.



*Though given her track record, that could be anywhen from August 24th, 2008 to February 24th, 7692.