INACTIVE

imagine your OTP kissing in the rain.

They knew she was in the building.

Maggie cursed herself as she ran down the stairs, trying to evade the searchers. She supposed she’d done it to herself, letting curiosity get the better of her. She’d known something was going on in the old building on the outskirts of the city.

Sometimes at night she would walk outside, and find the highest point she could reach to look at the stars. There was too much light pollution near the center of town, so she’d started wandering farther, searching for just the right spot. She’d visited the open field nearby the old, abandoned warehouse nearly once a week, and in that time had begun to notice something… off.

She thought it was imagination at first, that the sounds, the lights were just wishful thinking, her mind overactive and grasping at any hope of something out of the ordinary. She thought investigating would finally put those ideas to rest. She’d expected some danger of course, and had picked up a piece of pipe… but she’d expected a rather more mundane danger than what she’d found.

She had no idea what was chasing her, but the man-sized, wide jawed creatures had caught her scent, or heard her„, One way or another they were trying to find her in the ill-lit maze of old corridors. The building was huge, but they were being unnervingly systematic, covering the exits, splitting up… these were no beasts, and their tactics were dangerously efficient. She evaded them as best she could, but found herself forced down stairwells in search of an exit, and was now fairly certain she was trapped in the basement. She didn’t think hiding was going to work, but she fought down panic as she skittered through the hallways, old florescent lights flickering on and off in the ceiling.

It was so dark, and she was in such a hurry, she nearly missed it. A chance glance through a half-open door brought her to a halt, even though she could hear her pursuers drawing closer behind her.

That was when the door handles began to shake.

His brow furrowed into an annoyed scowl. He suspected it was more damned teenagers, attempting to get in so they could vandalize a so-called abandoned police box. However a quick glance at the monitor told him that it was not teenagers, but a girl. Either way, she was a nuisance, and he had no intention of letting her in. 

Reaching into his inner pockets for his pistol, he made his way to the door, yanking it open roughly. He glared down at the girl, anger clear in his features. 

Sooo, I know I haven’t been on here in forever, and for that I’m sorry. I still love this muse and it makes me sad that I have writer’s block for him. 

So I’m gonna try to fix that. 

The real problem was that I had so many many asks and drafts that I had no inspiration or muse for. That being said, I am going to clear both my inbox and my drafts.

Basically, I’m starting off fresh. I’m sorry I had to do this, but I miss you guys and I wanna come back. I’m going to keep a couple threads going, which are the ones I haven’t even started yet (sorry to keep you waiting!!) and “Far End of the Universe” with missingaheart. 

I hope you understand, and thank you so much for sticking with me. 

xx Gwen 

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