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itsjustagamerp, because it made me giggle too much to not.
Irene signaled for a latte with one hand and fingered her long blonde hair with the other twisting it again and again until it spiraled like a golden staircase leading to the top of her head.
Three: Rapunzel, isn’t it? That’s the one with the rabbits. Susan quite liked that one. Still, seems terribly inconvenient, having a staircase on your head.
When the pain started, she wept, expostulating "I don't know what I'll do without Henry. He was the center of the world."
Three: *brightens* Was he? You know, I dated a planet once. I think. It’s all a bit fuzzy now. I remember we broke up over topographical differences. Literally, actually, tectonic plates shifting and all that. Just not the planet I fell in love with.
"Even the center of the world has to die sometime."
Three: Now, that’s an awful thing to say. How would you like it if someone started chattering on about the inevitability of your death, hmm?
Margaret sat sideways in her chair, her breasts a pair of protruding Alps.
Three: That... doesn’t sound very comfortable, actually. Maybe she’s having undergarment difficulty. *glances down at her chest absently* I found an excellent shop in the 22nd century that I could recommend...
"He didn't seem like the kind of man who died," Irene said.
Three: Did he? I think I’ve missed something here. They are talking about Henry-the-Planet, aren’t they?
"Sometimes, when were in bed, making love, at the very edge of the surf where the waves washed over us again and again,
Three: Oh, memories. *...suddenly realizes what she just said and flushes. LOOK, SENTIENT PLANETS REALLY KNOW HOW TO TICKLE THE PLEASURE CENTRES OF YOUR BRAIN, ALL RIGHT?!*
I looked at his face and saw something there that not even all the forces of erosion could ever wash away.
Three: So sweet, honestly.
He was a determined man, and in his position he had to be: and I knew that, too, looking up at him wanting only for him to be there forever. He was old, you know: he was around in the seventies and everything.
Three: *blinks* That’s actually incredibly young, you know. It’s not really considered in good taste to date that young. He probably barely had any proper continents yet.
But there was an agelessness to him, a beautiful eternal foreverness that shone from him like the light from a lighthouse, or like the sunlight from the sun.
Three: Well, yes, I should hope he had at least one of those. It makes development of life a bit difficult without. Not impossible, of course, but difficult.
He made me feel like a child again, and I wanted to stay in bed with him, feeling him warm my world, cooled by the waves that washed over us, until the stars went out.
Three: He died at only seventy? *oh Rassilon. This is pretty much one of the sadder things she’s been subjected to. D:*
That what I expected anyway. That's what he promised. And now he's dead. His heart's stopped."
Three: I’m not... these aren’t tears. I’ve just got something... something in my eye.
itsjustagamerp, because it made me giggle too much to not.Irene signaled for a latte with one hand and fingered her long blonde hair with the other twisting it again and again until it spiraled like a golden staircase leading to the top of her head.
Three: Rapunzel, isn’t it? That’s the one with the rabbits. Susan quite liked that one. Still, seems terribly inconvenient, having a staircase on your head.
When the pain started, she wept, expostulating "I don't know what I'll do without Henry. He was the center of the world."
Three: *brightens* Was he? You know, I dated a planet once. I think. It’s all a bit fuzzy now. I remember we broke up over topographical differences. Literally, actually, tectonic plates shifting and all that. Just not the planet I fell in love with.
"Even the center of the world has to die sometime."
Three: Now, that’s an awful thing to say. How would you like it if someone started chattering on about the inevitability of your death, hmm?
Margaret sat sideways in her chair, her breasts a pair of protruding Alps.
Three: That... doesn’t sound very comfortable, actually. Maybe she’s having undergarment difficulty. *glances down at her chest absently* I found an excellent shop in the 22nd century that I could recommend...
"He didn't seem like the kind of man who died," Irene said.
Three: Did he? I think I’ve missed something here. They are talking about Henry-the-Planet, aren’t they?
"Sometimes, when were in bed, making love, at the very edge of the surf where the waves washed over us again and again,
Three: Oh, memories. *...suddenly realizes what she just said and flushes. LOOK, SENTIENT PLANETS REALLY KNOW HOW TO TICKLE THE PLEASURE CENTRES OF YOUR BRAIN, ALL RIGHT?!*
I looked at his face and saw something there that not even all the forces of erosion could ever wash away.
Three: So sweet, honestly.
He was a determined man, and in his position he had to be: and I knew that, too, looking up at him wanting only for him to be there forever. He was old, you know: he was around in the seventies and everything.
Three: *blinks* That’s actually incredibly young, you know. It’s not really considered in good taste to date that young. He probably barely had any proper continents yet.
But there was an agelessness to him, a beautiful eternal foreverness that shone from him like the light from a lighthouse, or like the sunlight from the sun.
Three: Well, yes, I should hope he had at least one of those. It makes development of life a bit difficult without. Not impossible, of course, but difficult.
He made me feel like a child again, and I wanted to stay in bed with him, feeling him warm my world, cooled by the waves that washed over us, until the stars went out.
Three: He died at only seventy? *oh Rassilon. This is pretty much one of the sadder things she’s been subjected to. D:*
That what I expected anyway. That's what he promised. And now he's dead. His heart's stopped."
Three: I’m not... these aren’t tears. I’ve just got something... something in my eye.
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Date: 2011-11-03 12:46 pm (UTC)