Once Upon A December ;; AU open
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{~∯~} Watching as the snow fell from the large, roof to floor window, Ashley’s thumbs rubbed over the fitted, white gloves on her hands in thought. The snow, it was so white, so pure and seemed to make her forget about all of her problems while she was stuck in this cage of a mansion. The music sounded in her ears though it was faded and she paid no attention, simply watching the snow fall to the ground delicately and gently. There was a pause out of her thoughts and she looked up, gaze looking around the room and pausing at an older man, dressed in military medals from over time that had passed.
Her father.
A man whom was rather cruel and cold behind the closed mansion doors ever since he had married for a third time and had married that woman, Ashley didn’t know where they met, she didn’t much care - the only thing she cared about was if she was nice, and she wasn’t. She had twisted her once kind and warm father into something horrible. Something she was afraid of. Ashley nodded her head once towards the man in confirmation, hands gripped the dress into a tiny curtsy before looking back out the window - Her jaw tightened a little, he was watching her, he wanted her to be social with all these richer people.
She was assuming that they were here due to their own parents, themselves wanting to get on her father’s good side or maybe her own - though that latter thought made her frown, she was not royalty, only from a simply military background. Nothing special at all. War, the military and fighting—-why was it so highly appraised?
“Sister, you should dance with someone, it’s not everyday we host a party.” A low voice muttered in her ear, causing her to freeze and glance at her step brother before taking a step forward and away from the man, she forced a smile towards him. “I refuse.” She stated, another step taken back as she looked out the window, if she did want to do something it would be to go out there, be free, away from all this. The stories that her mother told her before her passing rang in her ears and she shook her head, golden locks bouncing as she did such.
“I think I might just retire,” She uttered, sending him a warning look to not follow her or do anything - she made her way around the room and to the grand staircase that led up to the hall and her room where she could escape. Her heels clicked on the marble and her gaze cast down, dancing…marrying off to someone, the wars and military—- What ever happened to falling in love and just living happily?
Why were things so…complex?
The ringing of the TARDIS was a distinct sound. There was nothing else like it in all of time and space, it was the last of its kind, its voice truly unique. And when it was heard, it brought hope to anyone who could hear that echo. Unless that echo signified the thud of a 1980's police box landing with a thud and crushing the vast bed of a young girl.
"Now what have I told you about landing while I'm trying to find a nice open spot! Look, now we owe them a bed, and I'll have you know its not your sonic screwdriver that prints the money we spend!"
The rattled argument that the owner of the TARDIS was having, was with the ship itself, rather ticked off that it had decided to exit the vortex and simply drop with a thud onto any old surface it wanted. There were landing protocols for a reason, and one of those reasons was to avoid killing people on re-entry, or in this case, ruining a perfectly good bouncy bed to jump on. The police box groaned as a mad looking man within grumbled, slapping down switches and pulling on levers to reverse the damage. Lifting off slightly, it drifted through the air to land at the foot of the destroyed bed, before the bed itself begun to piece itself together once more, the damage it suffered reversing through time.
Tossing a coat around his arms, and straightening his appearance up, the maniac peeked out from his little blue box, scanning the area with his curious old eyes.
"Thats the bed we landed on?" he muttered under his breath, opinion of the situation changing rather quickly. Of course, as he said this all aloud, the timelord had no clue that the owner of the room was in the area with him. "Well, I'm completely open to landing on it again if you are, I'm sure the owners wouldn't mind either. You could bounce better on a Dalek then that horrible rock of a mattress"











