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Anwen Williams. Daughter of Gwen Cooper and Rhys Williams. Eighteen. I know things about aliens. [Indie Torchwood RP blog for Anwen Williams. Please, be kind enough to read the info? I'm willing to roleplay with anything or anyone, just shoot me an ask] I track the tag anwenxwilliams M!A: None

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Send me "Goodbye" for the last voice message my muse leaves for yours before they die.

[anwenxwilliams]

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“What would I do without you?”

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“Well, I don’t know...”

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“Then you’re dealing with an alien and we’re all doomed.”

[anwenxwilliams]

“Ianto, not everyone’s an alien.”

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“He doesn’t know where to draw the line between boyfriend and stalker following an innocent child home.”

[anwenxwilliams]

“I’m not a child. And he knew about the guns, and that should’ve set some bells ringing, but it’s not like he followed me home like some stalker.”

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“Or we could consider other possibilities.”

[anwenxwilliams]

“Like what?”

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“Yes.  That’s exactly what I’m saying.”  Laying the sarcasm on a little thick there.

[anwenxwilliams]

“...”

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“Same’s been said ‘bout aliens.”

[anwenxwilliams]

“Are you saying my boyfriend’s an alien?”

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“So he’s some sort’a mind reader, then.”

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“Mind readers don’t exist.”

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“Anwen.  How does he know you know how to handle a gun?”

[anwenxwilliams]

“I don’t know. He just did, never really questioned it. I don’t go wavin’ it around, just so you know.”

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“If I didn’t I’d be searching for my tie right now.”

[anwenxwilliams]

“---There was this guy, and I liked him, and I thought he liked me. But it turned out he was just using me because I know how to handle guns and because I have one. He’s a psycho.”

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The Eyebrow has been raised.

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“Fine. Want to know why I’m down?”

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“Fine by me.  No plans today.”

[anwenxwilliams]

“Ianto----”

[flamingnatsu-metalicerza]

Put a "◊" in my ask for a sticky note left on your fridge in the morning by my muse.

[anwenxwilliams]

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Ianto stares, unblinking, at Anwen and crosses his arms.  He’ll wait.

[anwenxwilliams]

She noticed what he was doing. She knew what it meant, that they'd probably be standing here until she told him. “No. No, I’m not talking.”

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“It’s a tie.  What’s wrong?”

[anwenxwilliams]

“’It’s a tie!’ Why do you always wear ties?”

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“I suppose this is the part where I ask why.”

[anwenxwilliams]

“Oh, you don’t have to ask. Go find your bowtie.”