save someone

do you like grieving middle aged lesbians with questionable morals and a host of issues? you might want to try: writing with seashells version of agatha harkness. featured on lovehoned. please read rules. no character info available yet. follow or don't i don't have time for this just blast me you bitches.

"Only going for a fifteen minute difference? My goodness you're a fiend," Chloe chuckles. "Do you want to watch a silly film?"

"is that not the game show rule? whoever goes closest without going over?" she grins, raises an eyebrow. "would i ever. please. do you have things for fancy drinks?"

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"two hours fifteen minutes, final offer." donna grins. "you were right, this was an excellent idea."

finally, she stops fighting it & lays down, clutching her side. ❝ this is rubbish, ❞ comes the weak protest, eyes already drifting closed. ❝ tea is probably good- ❞ she likes tea, doesn't she? or, she did before. her tastebuds are in the process of changing. she might hate it any moment now.

"i'll make tea." she looks towards the kitchen and back, reluctant to leave her with the way she's clutching her side. "i'll be right back. don't do anything stupid, doctor, i swear to god."

❝ yes, actually. ❞ honestly- how does donna think he's made it this far? the doctor can be quite charming when he wants to be? ❝ they still didn't listen. so have you got any bright ideas? ❞

"yeah. have you tried being an unfathomable bitch?"

        “One of us has to go, and I'm the only one who'll survive the radiation.” Lin takes Donna's hands in her own. “It's all right. I'll be all right.” But it won't be her anymore, after this. Not really. If she can get to the console, enter the equation, and get back out again, she'll still die. Regenerate. And some new person will walk away. But she doesn't see what choice they have in the matter. If they don't do something, the whole station is bound to explode. “I need you to stay here. Pull the door closed behind me so nothing gets through.” Lin takes a deep breath, and releases Donna's hands. “Okay. I'm ready.” 

"Hm." The look in her eyes as she glares in the woman's direction is enough, but she knows better. An argument is not going to get them anywhere. She smiled at Donna, full of affection and a sense of knowing. "What was it that you wanted to buy again? Describe it to me. I'll handle it for you."

        “Well, it used to mean lady of the home, which was a title of respect in Italy. And I like that. The concept of home. It suits you.” They pause, then clear their throat. “I, er, assume—you being a mum, and all. Mums always feel like home.” Terrible save, Doctor.

"I went to Italy once," she says, and then gets a blank look on her face. "I'm not sure why I said that. I don't think I did." She can picture Rome, sometimes. Has dreams of it. But she hasn't been there. She shrugs. "Not mine, most of my life."