#neverlandingclara

[therunawaygod]

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12. Sanatorium!AU: One of our characters is a long time resident in a sanatorium and the other is the new staff member assigned to care for them.

John stared out the window for a while; it was the best way to pass the time here, just sitting and waiting until you die. People died here a lot, he noticed. They died but they always stayed, wandering around the corridors like phantoms. New faces passed by everyday. Eventually the light would fade from their eyes though, and they died. Their memories of living beyond these walls were dead, existing only within the confines of these cold brick walls. He faintly heard people talking behind him but he didn't bother looking to see whom. The sky was much more interesting than any person who could be in here; the clouds were thin and wispy, swirling through the powder blue sky. He could watch the clouds forever. Footsteps were heard now but he didn't change his gaze. He heard someone say his name, but names didn't matter here.

[elevenisms]

Angst please (I hope I'm not too late)

A family member of my muse was just killed. Your muse is there to comfort them.

John was crying. He hardly ever cried and this was a big deal. Parents. They were dead, and he didn’t know how to handle this kind of stuff.

[xnovissimus]

Fancy A Night Cap?//tagged&open

It was late. Early, really, considering it was 2am on a Sunday morning now. Outside, the city of London was beginning to sleep, in preparation for a hangover the next morning. The Doctor had taken refuge in a late night café. He came here relatively often, and sat by the window quietly, drinking coffee, and sometimes talking to waitresses and patrons. Despite his young appearance, he was haggard, and thought of like an old man that came in once a week – strange, but harmless.

He sat sideways in his chair, watching the café. It was a relatively empty place, but there were people about. While generally he did not seek out company, he was feeling lonely, and wanted someone to speak to. That was why he came here.

Folding his arms on the back of the chair, he rested his chin on them and leaned over to speak to the person at the table beside his.

“Had a good night, love?” He asked. “It’s terribly cold out.”

[inlucediei]

{+thedashingflynnrider, aureams, e-xcellentquestion, bookwormbeauty, neverlandingclara}

[ Well, it seemed Arendelle was as busy as ever today. A smile curled her lips into a happy smile as she  waltzed through one of the now busy streets of Arendelle. With her 'regal duties' - as Anna had recently labeled them- done and Anna out with Kristoff, Elsa had some free time on her hands to survey the kingdom, which didn't come all to often. Though, before she knew it, the queen had managed to crash into someone. ]

"I apologize. I did not see you there."