#runningtothem

runningtothem geniosuicida aureagracie andeleventh pinocchiocomplex rorywilliamswaited

           { K n o c k  K n o c k }      [Interruptions are not something Melody Malone appreciates, most of all when she’s hit a dead end in a case—-a literal one in this particular case, her informate having turned up face down in the docks just hours ago. But unwelcome as the interruption is, that doesn’t sate her curiosity.]               { Two knocks, evenly spaced.                                                           ——-Client? }

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    [ And there it is --- that dreaded silence that had come to settle by question's end. She'd been expectant of it; waiting for the moment to come wherein the ticks of the clock settled on the table by her would come to crash dully in her ears, prepared herself to ignore the sound of crimson fluid as it rushed within her veins. Motions halted with each irregular patter of her heart. Yet she could've sucked away at each spare minute the universe had to offer her and it still wouldn't have been enough to satiate her. To give her comfort that the hush that the pair of them had succumbed to wouldn't send her fidgeting

     How silly that resolve had come to be as she bows down to natural instinct, so quick to resume her habit of twisting circular metal around and around her finger. She finds easement in it --- a cause for calm or reassurance the disbelief that clawed at her.

      Yet disbelief seems to be a word that has long since lost its validity. Disbelief was futile, something she could distract herself with as she struggled to find an answer. An intake of breath drags dutifully past her lips, a continuing sense of grasping at straws still branded to her skin. Still, maybe there was humour to be found in it. The girl with far too much to say left speechless ]

       ❝Just one thing-----------❞

""Hi!"

The roads were cast in an orange glow from the street lamps above, the whole world seemingly asleep beneath them. Cassie took a deep breath, not really sure where she was going, wandering the streets of London. Nights were her favourite, everything seemed to move slower, and it was easier to clear her head while the Earth slept.

Cass found herself on a street corner near a park when she saw it, and she froze instantly. A blue police box, one that was oh so familiar to her, stood there, not really fitting into the scenery. Cassie hesitated to move toward it, but her curiosity got the better of her and she crossed the road, setting her hand gently against the blue wood. The TARDIS purred beneath her touch and Cassie smiled, breathless.

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