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@prettyroman
Back from my horrible work schedule ( early to late hrs because i was getting certified ) engulfing me in hellish flames and completely taking me from my computer. Iâve got to finish roryâs new blog and then Iâm getting on the few drafts I have. Very excited to be back. I felt so EMPTY NOT BEING ABLE TO RP
endless list of favorite relationships: amy x rory (doctor who)
     â OH, DONâT PLAY TRICKS on me, mr. pond, â   her voice is raised to a slight maximum, eyes rolling around in disbelief. rory had sounded so ⊠aware of something. something that sheâs got absolutely no knowledge of. was it a good thing? just hanging out. sure. does he know she isnât going to believe him over the not-so suspicious facade he had? probably not.
green eyes glare upon that of her husband, a soft sigh leaving her lips. she knows heâs been busy.   â look, i have known you, for - thirteen? fourteen- years. iâm very certain youâre up tâ somethinâ. i mean, noâ being able tâ speak a single word? for thaâ long? how do yâ even â â   amy stops in her tracks, a bit of momentous realization clashing within her thoughts. gotcha.  â - wait. the only time youâve everââârory, are you makinâ something? â
  Oh God, oh no. That tone. It was prodding-pond. Bug eyed for a moment, he breathed heavily, in a low key sense of panic. She couldnât find out about his gift this early.Â
  Keeping eye contact with her was KEY, though. Stammering momentarily, he leaped backwards before words were able to come out of his mouth, â N-NO ! I-I-I just donât feel very well today, see? â Giving a little clear of the throat and a cough. â Annnd--I was just having a little time to myself. Donât want to get my wife sick, haha. â Holding his hands up and taking another step back. â I swear. â Not that he sweared on anything, though. Just to be safe.
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      â  oi, centurion !  â
   CALLED OUT the most ( and definitely only ) scottish voice in the flat â amyâs noticed something peculiar around. something with her husband, to be specific. he hasnât been uttering a single word to her for just about the longest time; a curious thought then bubbles in mind as to how heâs managed to keep so - too silent. he apparently has a common action of small smiles & eyebrow raising, everything. everything except speaking, that is. whatâs gotten into him ?
        â  DONâT EVEN THINK thaâ i havenât noticed your â lack of - talking, because let       me tell you something, i have noticed it. look, jusâ - tell me whaâ youâre up to, yeah ?  â
   Startled, Rory gave a sharp sniff, shoulders staggering high as he slowly turned to face her. Mouth slightly agape, he stared at her in a sense of panic, unsure of how to cover all of this. â UH--â he began, jaw squaring when he was able to shut his mouth.Â
   â IM..Not up to anything. Hah, why would I be? â He smiled, leaning against the kitchen table with a hand on his hip, legs crossing. â Iâm just hanginâ out. AS BLOKES do... â Chuckling sheepishly and cringing to himself, fingers now tapping on the table top. Could she just go away? He really needed to wrap her surprise. Not that it was out in the open. But it was definitely in this room. A surprise she really didnât need to see right now.
AMY STOP WEARING MY UNDERPANTS AS SHORTS TO BED PLZ IM NOT GONNA HAVE ANY TO WEAR11
too late iâm already wearing them and that. is not my problem
AND DREAMED OF PARADISE.
   Amy sniffs for a moment, soon establishing a deep silence that had lasted for about a minute or two. for a fact, her husband had a well point. so maybe, just this once, sheâll let him in?
   She ever so slowly gets up, and the gentle footsteps of flats knocked against the wooden floor. fingers were trembling over an inch away from the door lock; an inhale then followed along with a twist of the lock, laying a whole hand onto the door knob itself & opening it hesitantly.
       â â-i suppose you canât. â
  He listened, so still he stopped his own breathing. Oh yes, she was opening up. Leaning off of the door, Rory took a deep breath, a frown plastered to his features when his fragile wife appeared through the doorway. â Look-- â Rory began gently, slowly shuffling ahead to place his hands on her forearms, eyes staring deeply into hers, â It doesnât matter, Amy. You and I--Iâm happy. I love you. I love--us, I love--this. â His thumb brushing up and down as his brows furrowed, Â
 â ..Are you, happy? â
the wife.
   His hand and ear rested on the door, Rory shutting his eyes  as he sighed. â Come on, Amy. â Fingers gently resting on the  knob. The sound of his forehead gently knocking against the wood.  â...For better or for worse. I vowed with you. â Head shaking as his  voice lowered, â You know I canât leave you alone. â
the doctor.
   Breathing heavily, wide eyes stared at the door in front of them, eyes darting  toward the Doctor in annoyance. â So do YOU!  â Rory spat out nervously, licking his lips and inhaling. So he didnât have a plan. Wonderful. And was now relying on him for one? Good. Great.
   â We could--surrender? Surrendering is always safe. â He chuckled on edge, anger growing. â  Itâs not like theyâll eat us if they donât like us...right?  â  His brows knitted together, hope quickly dying. The door suddenly made noises like it was unlocking, an alarmed Rory staggering a few steps backward as the light opened up and the scene before them played out.Â
                  â H-HEEEEEEY, KIDS! â
    Roryâs face twisting in disgust for a brief moment. Before him sat about thirty slimey bug eyed blue alien children, each of their eyes blinking  one at a time, rows of untamed teeth poking out of their mouths.Â
   â  H-Happy Birthday, X-xarlor Grinot Petti-Pop Billy the Third ....Prince of---of--of--Sheed! â  Waving his hands before bending down before the small child, giving a âbloopâ noise and tucking his thumb under  his pointer finger. â Got your nose---! ...if you....had one...â  Xarlor blinked one eye at a time, the nose slits in his face giving a harsh exhale.Â
    â Weâre dead, weâre SO dead.  â  Rory spun around and whispered  frantically to the Doctor. â  Theyâre going to devour us. Like piranhas!  â
ME
CASS  itâs so mad to think that iâve known you for almost two years now.  like,  from that plot we had back w ten and amy ( letâs bring that verse up whenever wherever ) to amy and rory weâve gone through eras new ppl in this community will only know the infamous tales of and others that most of the old people donât know either. and even then, we were laughing about it.  you taught me an awful lot and you also introduced me to many people whom i now call friends.  you have been a friend throughout this and a very supportive one at that even though we are awful at keeping in touch.  you know i care for you an awful lot and youâll always have a spot in my heart as one of the first i met in this community.  god bless that funny,  witty head of yours and hopefully,  weâll stick around to laugh  (  &  grow !  )  our way through much, much drama still.
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