001. every story is a song // open post.

[kyriff]

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dear rethe, pls to remember that the whole of falner is pretty much like your nursery.

[kinesthesia]

Well, Renae said yes on the one condition that there had to be a functional TARDIS.

[ She is resisting the urge to roll her eyes in amusement.

( Yes. Talk about the children. It was a good enough distraction to feelings she needed to process, the way she did, every.year since they came home. )

She chuckles, though. ]

And then proceeded to ask that since dragons and demons and people with powers like the X-Men existed, would it be entirely possible that Britain's best-kept secret was a man who didn't really die per se, and who travelled a with a quirky blue box.

WELL YES, BUT.

[kyriff]

[He's listening to all this with a quiet smile on his face. That smile that tells you that He Knows Something Few Others Know.

Funny, really, to see how influential Doctor Who was as a series. One had to wonder...]

I suppose it could be.

[Graceful, as ever.]

NO BUTS. also orz so late. forever late.

[kinesthesia]

[ This is Cisco eyeing you, Rethe. Her This-One-Knows-Something senses are tingling--

--but all she gives is a smile, a mere quirk of the lips before she leans back against the rest of her seat. ]

Thank you. [ Quiet now, calmer. ]

[kyriff]

[He only smiles at her, and gives her a kiss on the cheek and a pat to the shoulder.]

You know how to find me. I'll always be around, okay?

[kinesthesia]

[ This is her arm catching him by the waist, and pulling him in for a hug that she dares to do because this is Rethe and sometimes it's necessary to be ballsy enough to invade his space. ]

Thank you, [ she says again before finally letting him go. ] And I will.

[kyriff]

[He welcomes that hug, even if it surprises him a little. It's... nice, knowing that he can help people out even in the smallest fashions, and receiving some affection in return.]

Now... will you let this boy buy a lady like yourself a drink?

[kinesthesia]

[ A quiet nod. ] Why not.

Not every day a girl like me gets an offer like that from an angel.