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The Doctor frowns. "Well....we are married," She chuckles softly. "So there's that. And I truly love and care about you. Do you doubt it?" The Doctor hopes not. But if so, she would be happy to prove it to River. Of course. She wants River to feel loved and appreciated.

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY/COMMENT, JUST PUBLISH. || @comeeaalive

They had been arguing a lot lately, Sebastian and Ominis. Everyone knew the story about Sebastian’s little sister Anne and about the curse that had been put upon her, but only a select few knew the lengths that Sebastian would go to take the curse from Anne and only one knew the depravities he had done. 

“I do not seek out danger, I seek out answers Ominis. There’s a big difference.” Sebastian sighed, reaching up and running his hands exhaustingly over his face, annoyed and exasperated all in one. 

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you, I won’t stop. Not until she’s cured, Ominis.” And of course, he wouldn't stop, he meant what he said and everyone knew it.

"I thought that was a dream. It wasn’t, was it?" (rogue) - @comeeaalive

“If you have to question then I guess that means I didn’t do a good enough of a job.” A laugh from somewhere around one of the multitudes of wall panels. A bit of a convenience, though unfortunate that the calculations when it came to navigating the time stream always had to be monitored. 

Well, at least this wasn’t the weirdest thing he had ever done in his skivvies. 

“Always gotta keep an eye on the destination, unfortunately. Have to hand it to her, she’s about to reach the big 1500 so drifting close enough to nearly hit Paris circa 1750 is understandable.” One tap closed the panel and he turned back on his heels, the Doctor giving a cheeky grin. “But yes, it was real. Quite a few times, in fact, I’m surprised you were able to keep up.” 

It was hard to help the bit of cheek as he moved back to the bed, snatching a cup on the nightstand. The contents of it were less water and more a fruit mixture, though at this point the Doctor couldn’t really remember where from specifically. Probably something from Solos’s cold season if he had to guess. 

belle had always been a believer in second chances. sometimes things didn't immediately turn around and end up in a better state, sure. but the real point of it was the effort put in. this time felt different with rumple and to have declared her love for him just then had been a battle. she had never wanted to give up on him. so in that moment she felt like it had been right to admit it out loud.

@comeeaalive liked the starter call (still accepting)

                                THE ADVANTAGE (OR MAYBE THE DISADVANTAGE) of being an angel in a psychiatric hospital is that when all the patients are asleep, Castiel can roam the facility freely because locked doors are no obstacle to a being with wings. Right now, he's exploring the kitchen: touching the surfaces, licking at some produce to check their molecules, bending spoons and forks out of shape just because it's funny. He stacks glasses on top of each other on the stove when he realizes he should bring Meg a gift. Has Meg been to the kitchen before? Unclear. But she probably likes a snack; she always chews her gum, so putting something else into her mouth might be nice. 

               the   tension   that   radiates   off   this   man   is   delicious.      his   storybrooke   persona   is   different   than   the   reptilian   man   she   knew   in   the   forest.      no   less   dangerous,   mind   you,   but   far   more   serious.      she   finds   it   far   more   enticing.      her   head   tilts,   watching   him   as   she   nurses   a   glass   of   gin.      so   determined,   face   set   in   stone.      she   wonders   what   he’s   thinking,   not   that   he’d   ever   be   so   willing   to   open   up   to   her   of   all   people.      it   doesn’t   stop   her   from   trying,   though.      not   because   she   cares,   but   because   she’ll   do   anything   for   even   a   tidbit   of   information   she   can   use   for   her   own   personal   gain.