#spcilers

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@spcilers

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“And why exactly do you think that is a good--no--great idea?”

[lightrance-blog]

A drop in temperature,    cold enough for teeth to chatter.    The uneasiest of feelings creeping up your spine,    and you involuntary scratch an inch;    it’s only an itch.    An atmosphere so suffocating it could cripple you.    Hallowed eyes,    dark as spheres    &    menacing as ever.    Those were only a few of the many signs that an inhuman presence lingered within ones home.    And while Lorraine couldn’t,    wouldn’t for that matter    ---    she knew her instincts far too well to just shove them aside,    ignore the fluttering of her heart    &    the rising,    knowing sense making a home in her bones she finds it    ALMOST    safe to assume that there isn’t an entity lurking about the corridors somewhere,    shielding itself.    Onward,    however,    she doesn’t allow ego to get the best of her. It’s during her descent down the hallway,    the slightest of change in atmosphere;    not colder nor hotter,    that drives the Clairvoyant to a halt.    It didn’t take one with a    SIXTH SENSE    to conclude she were not alone.    The smallest turn of her head gave her just a glimpse of the other...

For a moment,    she’s frozen in place.    She’d dealt with    PURE EVIL.    Those that weren’t just trapped souls but those who had professed to Satan himself.    But were that what stood behind her    ?    A quick intake of breath reminded her she’d not been drawn from reality.    No,    she were very well with the present.    Turned now:    “    ---    Who are you    ?    ”    No other way than to confront it as a manipulation.

@spcilers visits the occult museum.

[attckeyebrows-blog]

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                      JUST A SCRATCH. She couldstrangle him ; just a scratch! How long did he think he could hide it from her? How long before she noticed the blood soaked shirt half concealed by his red velvet coat? Her first instinct was to reach out, to press her palms to his wound and HEAL him — but she’s done that already. All she can do is pull her jacket from around her shoulders and press it to his abdomen. “You better live long enough for me toKILL you, Doctor.”

HIDING THINGS from River was something the Doctor did  quite normally. After all, they were spoilers. Including  the little predicament he managed to get himself  into that evening.

       “It would be a PRIVILEGE to die by your hand, sweetie,”        he quipped, his voice not quite as full as it normally         was. 

“Just give it a few moments and I’ll be as good  as new.”

[donnanxble-archive]

@spcilers

         She’s a collection of angry pants, irritated stomps, and clenched hands once she FINALLY meets up with her. For a few solid seconds, all she does is just stay glaring at the blonde until her thoughts can gather coherently.

          “Your excuse this time, huh? Any reason why all my stockin’s were suddenly beepin’ to Jingle Bells? At FIVE in the bloody mornin’?!”