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SIS GALA 2K19

                    ‘ you graced us with your presence tonight. color me surprised, doc. ’ sam’s got two drinks in his hand, and holds one out. ‘ care to indulge in some of earth’s finest ?  ’ 

“You are not from around here,” she noted with a little excitement, after the man asked her where the capital city was, it was rare to see strangers this far into the countryside. “It’s a half a day’s ride to the capital, three days on foot.” 

Feeling bad for the long journey this mad had ahead of him, Ella decided on a course that would possibly get her into trouble with her stepmother, but it would be worth it -- the journey was too long for a man without a horse, and whose shoes looked like they could fall apart at any second!  “I live nearby, why don’t you come with me? I could get you some water and some food for your trip. I wish I could loan you a horse, but we only have one.” if she was lucky she could get him into and out of the kitchen without her stepmother realizing.

Penny blinked,  adjusting her grip on the broom clutched so tightly in her hands. An incredulous (and confused) glance was thrown over her drawn up shoulders- fixing on her companion.

“Well it sure wasn’t la chupacabra!” A clatter to the side had her yelping and diving behind the counter- broom held aggressively out in front of her as if it were a club; or more like a wooden sword. The culprit of said cacophony soon swaggered from the darkened corner of the shop- purring and rubbing along Penny’s trembling ankles.

A scoff.

E L E V E N

save sam from himself at the sis gala 2k19 || accepting. 

                     “  my  knight  in  shining  tardis.  gotta  say,  that’s  a  new  one.  ”  he  lets  the  drink  be  taken  from  his  hands  because  a  few  more  of  those  and—————god,  he  doesn’t  even  want  to  dwell  on  it.  grateful  hands  reach  for  the  towel,  drags  it  up  the  sheen  of  his  wet  skin  and  it’s  not  that  sam’s  trying  to  make  a  show  of  the  mass  of  his  muscles,  but  alcohol  does  that  :  separates  the  physical  sam  from  the  mental  sam. parcels  any  shame  he  might  have  at  the  state  of  his  undress  far,  far  away.  (  second  hand  embarrassment  might  kill  him  when  he  sees  himself  on  social  media  in  the  morning,  but  why  deal  with  today  what  you  can  deal  with  tomorrow. )                       “  this  might  come  as  a  surprise,  but  this  isn’t  how  i  intended  my  night  to  turn  out.  traitors,  the  lot  of  them.  not  you,  though.  ”  dark  eyes  turned  up  guileless,  like  the  smile  splitting  his  mouth.  “  you  got  me.  ”

Send 🎵for a song that reminds me of my muse

All the Rowboats - Regina Spektor

All the rowboats in the paintingsThey keep trying to row awayAnd the captains' worried facesStay contorted and staring at the waves

Devil’s Paintbrush Road - The Wailin’ Jennys

Live and die and goneLive and die and goneI'll marry myself to the whole wide worldLive and die and gone

Build Me Up From Bones - Sara Jarosz

Build me up from bonesWrap me up in skinHold me close enough to breathe me in

The Phoenix - Julia Ecklar