by Duskshine » Mon Nov 17, 2014 5:04 pm
((@Kirira: Totally cool, happens all the time.))
((@Sammy: Probably, since at least one left for NaNoWriMo which is over by now...))
Jack glanced up at the doctor and shrugged. "Maybe something did get accomplished while we were out there." He said in a very low voice, so only Sasha and the Doctor could hear. "Look. Wait, don't look, you'll make them uncomfortable, but... Tristin and Delilah are holding hands. At the very least he must trust her."
I leaned agains Tristin, my head on his shoulders. It seemed like the natural thing to do- he was trusting me, holding my hand, blah blah blah, whatever. I closed my eyes- the more I looked comfortable around him, the better. He might even defend me against that crazy redheaded chick who didn't seem to trust me yet.
All that is gold does not glitter;
not all those who wander are lost;
the old that is strong does not wither;
deep roots are not reached by the frost.
~J.R.R. Tolkienx
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